Just when I was feeling despondent over how far my front potager garden has to grow to live up to its name, someone planted bunnies along its border. It’s spring-ish in the Keweenaw of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, give or take a few more spits of white rain. The snow smartens the landscape of leftover street grit, dead plant stalks, and mats of maple leaves that resemble road-flattened toads. As much as I want to have a garden that emerges from winter like the ones I see on Monty Don’s “Gardening World,” the truth is I don’t live in the UK.
The bunnies brought me cheer and a mystery.
Who planted the family of wooden bunnies, each painted gray or brown and detailed with artistic designs? Each bunny is a different size and mounted on a dowel to press it into the ground. I simply walked outside one day, and there they were. I posted the discovery on Facebook, certain the artist would claim their handiwork, but so far, no one has.
Some people sow seeds of generosity without an audience. I like the idea that it could be anyone on Roberts Street or beyond. Some artist is chuckling over their drive-by bunnying. It seems that would narrow the list of suspects but almost everyone I know on the Keweenaw Peninsula is artistic. As I clean up my potager, I look forward to creating bunnyscapes. As hard as it is to resist, I’m late with a rake in the spring. I want my bunnies in a pristine setting, but the garden wildlife need warmer weather to emerge from the leaves and winter stalks. Patience is my act of generosity.
Not that I have time to dig the dirt. Two and a half more weeks and I’m done with school. I’ve had classmates tell me that I’m in one of the most dreaded classes of the course. At least I know I’m not the only one struggling to understand it. The other course is a content and copy class and we are studying SEO. Shoot me in the foot. I get what Search Engine Optimization is. I don’t buy into its value or all they hype that it’s something worth mastering. Not to say it isn’t a worthwhile strategy for marketing content. I adhere to other strategies. SEO will never be WOM (Word of Mouth). The latter includes people, the human factor in marketing.
Regardless, one of my favorite professors leads the course. I wish it were a prof I didn’t like and I could feel more justified in my moaning and groaning. I also can tell a difference in my classmates. Many from the earlier part of the program have taken a break or left. It seems COVID has exacted a toll. People are tired, unhappy. More disconnected. One peer has been a shining light, though, and I’ve gravitated toward her generous feedback that has helped me get through these last two classes.
I’m learning to be generous with myself, too. I had wanted to forge ahead with plans after graduation. I tried my best to keep up with business development, coursework, and thesis writing. In the end, my focus narrowed to a laser beam on my novel. After all, it was the primary purpose of my MFA journey. I’ve received a generous amount of feedback from my advisor and began yet another round of revisions last week. To me, it’s exciting. I know to dig into the comments, read the resources she recommends, and roll up my sleeves and do the work. Like my garden emerging ugly, I’ve decided to find the beauty in the mud.
And to wait. I don’t have a deadline on what I plan to do. True, I have a tiny bit of savings, enough to see me through six months after graduation plus a small investment in my business. I want to shout it to the world because I am excited for my vision. But I’m practicing mindfulness and recognizing that my neighbors can’t possibly see the potager as it will be in years to come. All I have is shaping clay and I need to trust the process to make it into the artistic vision I see. I need to be generous and offer myself the gift of time.
According to a newsletter I subscribe to:
“One way to practice generosity is to give energy where it is needed, whether that is in the form of time, money or love.”
Daily Om, Planting the Seeds of Generosity
The gift of time spoke to me. Giving without thought of return is an act of generosity. Someone gave me bunnies, a work of their artistic hands, and my neighborhood is enriched. Every week, writers give me stories, and like a community table, I prepare a spread we can all taste and enjoy. How remarkable generosity is.
There is yet another way to consider generosity. Brené Brown counts it as part of the Braving Inventory from her book and process, Dare to Lead. I post a copy next to my desk, alongside my vision for my writer’s life. You can print off one of your own, scroll down this Workbook page to Downloads where you will find Generosity listed in the Braving Inventory.
“What is the hypothesis of generosity? What is the most generous assumption you can make about this person’s intentions or what this person said?”
Brené Brown
Do you feel what she is saying? That we can be generous in our thinking towards others. Instead of generalizing the worst about someone, we can extend them the best intentions. The grace we can give one another to co-exist with diversity of views, expressions, and lived experiences. The love and compassion we can all feel when the table is set generously for everyone, especially those who have experienced oppression and marginalization. The empathy we can extend recognizing individual traumas, healing, and scars. To sit and listen, to hold space for others, to witness — these are acts of generosity.
And they are as uplifting as shared art. In fact, the art you share, the stories you tell, they do make a difference in the world.
April 15, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that seeds generosity. Who is generous and why? Think of generosity as planting a future outcome. Go where the prompt leads!
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Shared Between Neighbors by Charli Mills
Mara’s untamed yard tumbled toward Randal’s. He kept his edges squared, lawn clipped, and garden fenced. Dandelion seeds drifted and yellow globes emerged next door in spring. Mara offered to uproot the plants when Randal returned with herbicide. He scoffed. She persisted. He wavered. She mentioned cancer. Mara dug on hands and knees for three days, preserving roots and flowers. Order reigned over Randal’s lawn once again. She bottled the root tincture to control her menopause. In the fall, she gifted her neighbor a jug of sweet dandelion wine with a vintage label that read, From Seeds of Generosity.
🥕🥕🥕
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/04/16/obituary/
I love the idea of your rickshaw driver greening the verges. Seeds of generosity indeed!
Thank you, Anne!
What a gift to seed, Reena!
Truly…
More than one legacy left; a truly generous person to leave plants in his wake.
Yes. Thanks, D.Avery!
You are a very enjoyable and thought provoking read, Charli. I enjoy gifting myself the time to read your pieces. 🙂 🙂 I hope your vision transpires. It sounds exciting.
Your words are a gift in return, Jo! Thank you!
I agree! Such a beautiful piece Charli. An imaginative and enriching perspective of the weeds in life.
In literal terms, I had to battle these same weeds last season, with much the same type of – though slightly kinder – neighbour. His lawn is now clear, though I’m falling behind on our weeds all over again.
Maybe it’s time to outsource!
Looking forward to this prompt as always. Thank you for the regular challenges Charli.
Here’s mine for this week:
https://rebeccaglaessner.com/2021/04/16/warm-welcome/
I’ve a taste for twist endings it seems. I enjoyed this one!
For some reason thought of Hansel and Gretel. And the generous woman in the candy house.
Oh I like that! The comparison fits well.
And then I must ask, what’s her backstory? What does she know about human interaction? How does she perceive her own needs?
So many questions.. fully translatable to the aliens themselves.
Thanks, Rebecca! Maybe you can outsource to an herbalist or weed wine maker. 😉 I’m enjoying your stories!
Thanks Charli. Fabulous ideas!
If it’s any consolation, it’s not yet planting weather in the UK! Although the ground is drying out from winter rains we’re having severe overnight frosts. But enjoying these clear blue skies and the wonder of iced spring flowers. I love the generosity of your garden bunnies, just hope they don’t turn into real ones that will fight you for your salad crops.
Yes, be generous with yourself. You’re nurturing future projects just by being you. Your leadership style is extremely generous, especially the way you encourage and compliment other writers. Perhaps SEOs for less generous leaders, also as you know you can have both.
Love your flash. Makes me wonder if I should do something similar with the results of my wildflower meadows when the neighbours all have close-cropped lawns. Although, being lazy, I’ll pat myself on the back for sharing the butterflies.
Here’s mine – apologies I had to submit it twice as I omitted the ending first time. It’s called
In the footsteps of Anonymous
https://annegoodwin.weebly.com/annecdotal/interiority-the-performance-nervous-system
Do iced flowers suffer a shortened life? The crocus and glories of the snow seem to do well with the cold and snow (four inches today). If apple trees bloom and a frost follows, we don’t get very many apples later. But we don’t have early blooming flowers beyond the snow-hardy bulbs. It’s quite drab this time of year with lots of browns. I marvel at UK springs. I’d love to be your neighbor and receive the gift of butterflies.
I don’t know. The transplants die off with frost but the annuals seem to do okay. Apple trees bloom late enough here but the pear blosson can suffer from frost. Ours haven’t flowered yet. With the wet winter we have a fabulous crop of snake’s head fritillaries. Spring is glorious here but I’ve seen better in other parts of Europe. I’d love you to be my neighbour too!
Nice! I looked up snake’s head fritillaries and they are beautiful. I can order some in the fall and I may give them a go and see how they like winters full of wet snow. Funny to think that you have seen better gardens elsewhere when I imagine the best gardens in the world being in the UK. We’d make great neighbors, Anne. We could parallel play as we wrote, read, and gardened!
Wonderful gestures with the secret giver’s gift of bunnies, and with Mara’s uprooting and wine delivery.
And a glowing post of the various forms of generosity. Posts like this are akin to road signs for scenic views. Of pausing in the journey to soak in the view around us. Appreciate what others have given. Meditate on what we could give ourselves and others.
Thanks for the thoughtfullnes you’ve put into this post and the fiction prompt. And best wishes on your class 🙂
Thank you for generously joining the journey to appreciate what we give and are given, Dave. We do have much to soak in around us. I like to pay attention to generosity. Thank you for yours!
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Hi Charli,
Please find below my flash fiction for this week:
https://call2read.com/2021/04/16/contentment-flash-fiction/
Thank you so much for the opportunity.
A sweet story, Padmini. The teacher is demonstrating the generosity of taking time to connect and share.
Thank you so much, Charli
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Speaking of SEO, I started as a web writer. We were told to insert keywords, ‘cheap mortgage loans’ and ‘best mortgage loans’ six times in an article of 600 words. Thankfully, things are not so bad in the SEO world now:)
Coming to the topic, Covid has indeed brought out the best in some people. Hope Randal understands Mara’s kind nature and generousity.
Oh, Padmini, I recall those early SEO strategies. That kind of technical writing you did was not easy! I hope we all seek and share kindness and generosity post-Covid, too.
Just popping in to say I adore Brené. 🙂 (Couldn’t leave that be.) Great prompt!
She’s worth adoring! I appreciate how she ties generosity to leadership.
Generosity, a fine topic that is quite timely in our little pocket of the world. So much hurt and so much fear on so many sides, that echoes and reawakens what we thought was getting scarred over.
Can’t blame social media for all of it.
May all our kind acts, both random and purposeful, help smooth our healing to a better-functioning body.
Looking forward to Ranchers’ creativity!
My heart is with you, Liz. The wound ripped open again. The pain is real. I hope the acts of kindness become a reliable balm.
Love your dandelion story, Charli! Have a wonderful spring; I sure remember how s-l-o-w-l-y those usually arrived in the UP:)
What rhymes with slow? Yes, snow! We received a generous dose of lake effect snow today. Spring crawls forward. Thanks, Becky!
Oh, my…still?
We had a big dump of lake effect snow the past two day. Sunny today.
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I had fun with this one. 🙂
I like when you have fun, Joelle!
Thanks. 🙂
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Equity
The guys even ranked on the new kid’s lunch.
Surprisingly, Chet actually offered him his sub. The kid refused.
“What? Ever… Loser.”
I went and sat with the new kid. ‘Trade?’
Honestly, mom’s sandwiches are as good or better than Chet’s deli subs. But don’t go thinking I’m generous or anything. Honestly, I just wanted to show up Chet.
But the second day I choked down his bland bologna sandwich while he enjoyed mom’s egg salad— that was true generosity.
These days I’m just having lunch with a friend. We split our lunches, sharing what we have between us.
(And another flash or two here:
https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/2021/04/16/crlc-challenge-sixsentencestory/ )
D., a good deed becomes a friendship when the generosity is shared.
Some of the schools have tables for new students and encourage the regulars to welcome them. They have benches outside too to encourage others to visit with those who might be shy.
Your story reminds me of a movie I saw where a mother kept insisting her daughter change and bought her clothing that was too small, but the ‘maid’ took out the seams as far as they’d go so the child would fit in them. Health is one reason, but not every body needs to be the same.
Nothing Difficult Is Ever Easy
The townspeople weren’t amused that the man whose farm was next door to the church didn’t attend services.
When they desired to build a newer larger church, this farmer, Mr. Wolff, gave them a generous amount for the old structure.
The townspeople weren’t amused when Mr. Wolff used the old church to shelter his sheep nor when he used the signboard in front:
When you find your humor, God will find you.
The townspeople concluded that it wasn’t easy to be good and they prayed for Mr. Wolff.
Mr. Wolff whistled a merry tune as he tended his flock.
This was originally a longer six sentence story but I got it down to 99 words because the prompt reminded me of this story.
https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/2021/01/01/distance-sixsentencestory/
Ha, ha! This town tension will carry on, I suspect.
I know it’s unlike me to take the prompt and chew it up like a puppy but the Devil makes me do it.
Seeding generosity
On the critique site, ‘Jane Air’ nitpicked her way through my post, trailing pedantry and ignorance behind her as she dripped 500 words of bile on my 250 words of flash fiction. Finding one of her literary gems, I offered a generous assessment. ‘In a parallel universe, unicorns may well have had carnal relations with Vikings and faeries and created a dystopian apocalypse. You have seeded in me a blinding insight into the follies of representing the so-called real world in literature. Thank you for alerting me to the error of my ways. PS Keep on taking the tablets.’
Sounds like ‘Jane Air’ was properly named, for having a head in the clouds … in another, more fantastical world. A clever piece of flash.
That’s one of the best literary critiques to dazzle the senses! My mission, Doug, is to make literary art accessible. The Jane Airs often terrify emerging or expanding writers. I hope the unicorns worked their magic.
She’s an amalgamation here (and btw there are menfolk just as dippy) and if I posted it on an actual critic’s page I’d be promptly banned. Then, come to think of it, why not? 🙂
That must be a heck of a flash for her to double down on bile.
Part of the problem with these sites is that you have to write long critiques to accrue enough points to post, hence a lot of unnecessary and dubious feedback ensues. 😉
A Tolerance on The Loss of an Infant Unborn
I stood there in the shadow
of my spiraling desire,
watched the fleeting rainbow
shine on the communal choir.
I know my own shortcomings,
as clear as spring-scrubbed glass,
as loud as heartfelt drumming’s
that suggest this too will pass.
Beyond my own meandering,
I gaze into their mounting grief,
side-step any sorrowed pandering,
that bent to be a teary thief.
I’ll offer discreet compassion
should we meet in a public space,
wordless, and, after a fashion,
my own nod of silent grace.
For this, I know,
that such a loss,
‘tis a massive blow,
time longs to cross.
http://www.engleson.ca
Bill, what a beautifully rendered display of compassion. It is often hard to know what to say, but give the grace of acknowledgment without the awkwardness of words is generous.
Yes. What Charli said.
Heartfelt. Any loss is tragic. We have groups here that help those celebrate what could have been with a special remembrance area…
Hi Charli. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I hope my submission came through.
Yes! I was so excited to see a story from you, Jennie!
Thank you, Charli! 🙂
I will share this on my blog, with lots of focus on you. Since I submitted my story directly, and of course never thought to save it, I just need to wait till you post all the stories. Next time I will be proactive. We can all learn something new!
No problem, Jennie! It will be in the archive. You can always use the search function and your byline to look up your stories (because I am anticipating more from you). 🙂
Awww…you are ever kind. Charli, have you read “My Father’s Words” by Patricia MacLachlan? If not, I am sending you this book. “The Poet’s Dog” times ten. I’m reading it aloud to my library group. Dogs are everything.
Done!
Woohoo!
😀
I love the ways in which you describe generosity in your post, Charli. There is definitely more than one way to be generous.
There are a generous number of ways to share generosity, right? SMAG is shared in that vein.
Indeed. Generosity takes many forms.
And now I’m back with my story: https://norahcolvin.com/2021/04/21/seeds-of-generosity-flashfiction/
The Racing Car
Jamie was spending his birthday money—a rose for Mum, gum for Dad, balloons for Baby and a racing car for himself.
Mr Green counted Jamie’s coins. “You’ve only enough for three.”
Jamie pushed the car aside. “These three, please.”
As Jamie left, Mr Green called, “Wait!” He held out the racing car. Jamie beamed.
Nearly home, Jamie saw a little boy crouched beside a drain. A car, just like Jamie’s, lay far below.
“Foolish boy,” said the mother. “I warned you.” She dragged the howling boy away.
“Wait,” called Jamie, holding out his racing car. The boy beamed.
I teared up with this story, Norah. One selfless act influences another. Beautifully told.
Thank you so much, Charli. I’m pleased the emotions came through.
Just wonderful… really.
Thank you, Jules. 💖
I loved your piece of flash fiction, Charli. I had no idea where it was going.
Did those bunnies appear before, at, or after Easter? And did you check for any chocolate eggs?
Spring is in full swing in our garden. I hope it reaches you soon.
The real bunnies left suspect chocolate eggs which the new puppy discovered. The wooden ones appeared before Easter. Hugh, how I love UK gardens! I watch Gardener’s World with Monty Don and marvel. Enjoy! I have crocus in fresh snow. A repetitive spring theme.
Our crocus spring flowers have long gone, Charli. But we’re currently enjoying the tulips and daffodils. My partner watches Gardeners’ World every week. I sometimes join him. Mother Natures generosity of an ever-changing garden is something I like to sit and watch.
We like to watch the same view! Mother Nature is a channel I never grow tired of watching. My daughter would enjoy chatting with your partner about gardening specifics. You and I could sit back, smile, and watch!
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Hi Charli,
Your bunny family is giving you much joy. Awesome. I see them as a gift that keeps on giving, as you do to this group. Kudos to whoever snuck them into your yard.
“Generous in our thinking towards others.” What a powerful gift we have at hand to offer everyone we come in contact with if we recognize it. Thank you for the “lightbulb moment.”
I’m counting the days till school is done alongside you and looking forward to the gifts you have in store for us at the Ranch. On to the prompt…
Money or Time
Three Sundays in a row Lexi found a gift bag for Emma on the front porch. In exasperation, she called her mother. “I appreciate Grandma’s generosity but she’s buying Emma newborn stuff that she’s too big for. And I don’t get the surprise factor bit.”
Tessa sighed. “I guess mother is trying to make up for not spoiling you as a baby. She means well.”
“I figured, but it’s a waste. I’ll invite her to lunch. I can tell her we would rather have her visit.”
“An invitation to babysit would send her over the moon.”
“Right. Got it.”
Sue, I’ve been blessed with bunnies and carrots! 😉 I love gifts I can share, too. Like cake. I remember (fondly) the cakes you shared with us in Vermont.
Ah, I’m glad that description of generosity resonates with you. It made me rethink the act of generosity. And the choice I can have in those moments. You took that idea and demonstrate it in your flash. Tessa helps Lexi to take a more generous view of the intentions of her grandmother. Well done! And it furthers your story.
Yeah, she’s got to stop the unwanted un needed gifts. And time will go both ways. Good one.
An enjoyable read. Giving folks the opportunity to be useful is something they’ll treasure!
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Here’s mine: https://jedigirlblog.wordpress.com/2021/04/20/aalen-meets-vilja-flash-fiction/
Thanks, Joanne!
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Dear Charli…
I really enjoyed your flash. I think one of my grandfathers made such wine.
Time was getting away from me as I’ve been working on a project, helping family… and just general life. So since you’ve got the earliest dead line; here is a haibun:
Plumb Bob?
lessons are good seeds
they can be invisible
multiplied when plumb
The seeds were planted by example. Do as I do, and they did. Some made professional careers out of helping the public, while still continuing to volunteer in multiple locations. While growing up the seeds blossomed by helping one on one with differently abled students, training for firefighting, leadership, counting replies, rescuing strays. Being involved with extra school programs to entertain the public to raise funds.
Watching what their parents did, the children grew into adults worth bragging about. Though their parents were careful not to embarrass them…
©JP/dh
Hi Jules,
I’m appreciating that you took time despite the demands on your time. Generous! And I love the adage, “Do as I do” and how it made a difference in the lives of many, raising generous children. Bragging is the least harmful way to embarrass adult children!
One sometimes has to be a teacher and guide before becoming a friend of those they ‘teaching’. There are many people who ‘do good’ by example’ 😀
A good observation, Jules.
Well sown. Good harvests. Cool.
Better I think to learn from ‘Do as I do.’ rather than ‘Do as I say not as I do’
Thanks.
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Needing a bit of cheer, over here. Please accept my offering, my wishes for a more spontaneously generous world, all in Mother Nature’s hands.
[Continue ]
A spring wind puffed and released tiny skydivers of cherry blossom every time she walked by. She couldn’t have helped it, even if she’d wanted to, which she really didn’t want to be able to do. Those sweet blossoms spread joy and peace to all who walked under its showers or over its flowers.
Better yet, the effervescent blessing of that spring shower passed automatically on to anyone within five miles of those so affected. She was grateful the season was short; it was exhausting, being the origin of so much good.
At least she got her Steps in!
Ugh! Technical snarls. Disregard, please
It’s okay, Liz! Having lived in Minnesota, I can’t even imagine what you have gone through, and even with the relief of the verdict, there’s so much healing left to do. Love, hugs, and cherry blossoms to you.
Needing a bit of cheer, over here. Please accept my offering, my wishes for a more spontaneously generous world, all in Mother Nature’s hands.
[Love Grows ]
A spring wind puffed and released tiny skydivers of cherry blossom every time she walked by. She couldn’t have helped it, even if she’d wanted to, which she really didn’t want to be able to do. Those sweet blossoms spread joy and peace to all who walked under its showers or over its flowers.
Better yet, the effervescent blessing of that spring shower passed automatically on to anyone within five miles of those so affected. She was grateful the season was short; it was exhausting, being the origin of so much good.
At least she got her Steps in!
A magical walk. Cherry blossoms set to flight are much more appreciated, generally, than dandelion seeds. But it’s all good.
Standing with you for a more spontaneously generous world!
I do enjoy a good walk through cherry blossoms reigning…
Cherry blossoms rule! 😉
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Here’s mine:
https://elderberrytea.wordpress.com/2021/04/20/the-queens-gift/
The Queen’s Gift
The girls from the human village eagerly peered into the forest, some bouncing up and down in anticipation. When a bright light appeared from within the darkened space, they all respectfully stepped back and cleared the path. The Fairy Queen gracefully flew out, smiling at them. The girls held out cupped hands, and the Queen gave each of them a small handful of enchanted wildflower seeds. They curtsied and ran off to scatter their seeds around the edges of their family’s farms, where the Queen’s magic would bring luck and a rich harvest in the fall through the flowers.
There’s always diversity at the edges, and color. And that is where the magic is! I like this tale.
Thanks!
Such a rich harvest of beauty and blessings, Nicole!
I didn’t know about the root tincture, but we have eaten the blooms as well as made wine from them and of course the greens. Roots like that are little plows in the soil opening it up to new depths and exchanging minerals. We know the joy of seeing the seeds in the wind. Yet the dandelion, such a generous plant, is much maligned.
All this to say, “Good flash!”
I love your description of the roots plowing the depths, D. Those roots are medicinal with their minerals. The tincture is for crones and also stabilizes blood pressure and supports the liver.
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