Family
I vaguely remember three hundred years ago. I am an idea, lying under Mother’s shade with my siblings. We sleep through Winter’s snow blanket. In Spring melt we, small brown pigs, wake to root in pungent humus. Breeze touches us all Summer until our greenery leaves in Autumn.
Mother is ravaged by loggers; her stump becomes barnacled with fungi. We rise to shadow her remains.
It is only now, in our final years, that we understand; the barnacles retrieve our memories, each one helping us remember who we were as we transform. As our children watch in our shade.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.
Tao-Talk 
Beautiful Lisa 💜
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Maggie, thanks very much.
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Loved the idea of the barnacles
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:)
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The circle and cycle of life…well done, Lisa!
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Thanks much!
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What goes around……
Very nicely written, Lisa.
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Thank you very much, Nancy.
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Very welcome, Lisa
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Nice one Lisa
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Thanks, Geeta!
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You are so welcome Li
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Very nicely written, Lisa. 👍 The cycle of life, you’ve described it wonderfully.
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Aptivi, thank you very much.
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You’re welcome, Lisa ☺️
Have a joyful day!
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You also <3
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Thanks! ☺️💜
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Lovely. I had to read it twice to savour the prose. Well done.
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Sandra, thanks so much <3
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🌳I love how you became the tree – great way to relay life’s perpetual circle 💖
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Ange, thank you, glad you liked it.
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Dear Lisa,
What a lovely piece you’ve written. I can hear Joni Mitchell singing “And the circles they go round and round…”
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, thanks much and love you seeing a connection with Miss Joni Mitchell’s song.
Shalom,
Lisa
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This is beautifully written, Lisa. Like Sandra, I read it twice to savour it.
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Dale, much appreciated :)
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Always a pleasure 💞
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Love this LI
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<3
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wonderful read. well done.
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Thanks much, Plaridel, glad you enjoyed the read.
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Beautiful Lisa
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Thank you!
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300 years is but a drop in the ocean for a generation of forests. You made me think of the truth about nature in your story.
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James, thank you for sharing how the story got you to thinking.
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Simply delightful, Lisa.
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Thanks much, Keith.
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This is beautiful, Lisa :-) Like Sandra and Dale, I read it twice as well. A delightful read.
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Fleur, happy you enjoyed it, thanks friend.
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My pleasure, Lisa 😊
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ps…I have reblogged!
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<3
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Very beautifully written. Clever too!
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Chris, thank you <3
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Oooooo lovely
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thanks! :)
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I’ve had some odd fungi in my yard! I like the progression of this story. Nature is amazing.
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We saw some neat fungi on our bike ride yesterday. Wish I knew more about them. Yes, it is!
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The greatest thing about nature is its ability to renew. Aren’t we lucky for that?
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YES.
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