An agrotive attitude is what I’d say I have. My fingers can always be found in the dirt somewhere. Whenever I have the chance, I am outside tending to it like it was my mansion in some exotic place. Some people are positive. I’m the agricultural equivalent. I gain much of my energy from our mother and her many bounties and delights. Gloves? No way. How can I feel the moist rich soil with those on? Give me some hand tools and some water and I’m set.
That Saturday though, I was not feeling very well so I decided to just sit in my garden and enjoy all that God had given mankind. There was a hush all of a sudden in the woods behind our small cabin. I sensed a tensing of the living creatures all around. Quietly, I rose from my cross-legged position to see what the silence was signaling. Walking tentatively, I felt the air shift. There not 50 yards from me was a bear. A medium sized brown bear foraging around the underbrush. My heart was racing as I frantically tried to remember the instructions for close encounters of the bear variety. Finally, I remembered to m ake myself bigger. I flailed my arms and started singing the Star Spangled Banner very loudly. I danced in place wildly singing and grunting. The bear, I swear was in shock for several lengthy moments but then mosied off back to where he lived. After he left, I fell to the ground laughing hysterically both out of relief and complete joy at my spontaneous, patriotic performance. Definitely, I’m an agrotive person with flair!
© Carol Campbell
“Hi Tale Weaver friends,
Its been a while since we did a Making Sense of Nonsense prompt so today we offering up a new word to wrap your creativity around.
You can use it as a noun or a verb.
Use your creativity to conjure a meaning we might find believable.
We’ll be keen to discover your interrpretations.”
Michael and Phylor
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