Green Gone

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

There was very little green in the greenhouse.

Desolate. Dry. Barren. Unwelcoming.

Like his life, once the water of her love was removed. It had been she who kept the greenhouse going. She lovingly tended every plant, every sprig. Life thrived under her hands.

So had his life thrived, when she was there. Cancer took her. It took everything else, too. Her life had been joy. Now, his was a desert.

Would the rain ever return? Would he wither and die like all those plants?

He found it hard to care.

Wet, Dry, or Dusty


  1. a seasonal prevailing wind in the region of South and Southeast Asia, blowing from the southwest between May and September and bringing rain (the wet monsoon ), or from the northeast between October and April (the dry monsoon ).
    • the rainy season accompanying the wet monsoon.
late 16th century: from Portuguese monção, from Arabic mawsim ‘season,’ from wasama ‘to mark, brand.’
My sister lives in Phoenix.  Desert. Dry.  Hot.  She loves it.  But I learned something from her that I didn’t know.  They have a monsoon season!  They actually call it that.  When I think of monsoon, I think of Asia, and the rainy season.
I didn’t know there was also a dry monsoon.  I always thought the monsoon was the rain, but it really refers to a season; depending upon where the winds are coming from, it will be either wet or dry.
So I learned something today, too, when I looked up the prompt. It’s amazing what we don’t know.
My sister told me that in Arizona, it’s not always a rain storm. Sometimes it’s a dust storm, which is truly awful.  There are some fascinating videos you can watch here to see how dangerous these desert storms can be.
We can get some pretty powerful storms here in my corner of Pennsylvania, but I don’t think they rise to the level of a monsoon-type storm.  We get the tail ends of hurricanes now and then, the most memorable being Hurricane Sandy about six years ago.  That was a serious storm, putting out the power for several days for many.
The thing is, I’ve always been fascinated by storms.  I love to watch the power of the wind, rain, or snow.  But I’m glad I get to do it from the relative safety of my house 🙂

Chemistry? Groan.


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Lectures can be a real drag.  Especially if the topic at hand is of no interest to the listener, lectures can make one hour seem like infinity.   I remember physics and chemistry lectures only for their length, not their content.  I tried.  I really did.  I was a good student, and I wanted to do well.  But my brain got short-circuited in that area, as well as in any mechanical interest in what makes engines work.  I could spit back the basics for a test, but the minute the test was over, so was my understanding.


History, on the other hand, always captured my imagination.  As did literature, grammar, or any other word-related subject.  I even enjoyed reading the stuff other kids thought was dull.  And then, later, in college and in my master’s work, I couldn’t get enough of reading about human behavior, psychology, the brain, and related issues.  THAT kind of lecture always lit up my receptors 🙂

Sometimes a history teacher can drone, and I’m sure I did my share of that.  But I really tried hard to make my classes event-related  and not just timeline-related.  Memorizing lists of dates and names is meaningless unless they are tied to what happened. This, for instance, is a depiction of the Battle of Bunker Hill.  Who was fighting whom?  What war? What time period?  Who won?  You should recognize the painting.  It’s quite famous. And its details should fill in some blanks for you.

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I remember memorizing the lists of all the kings of Judah and Israel, and the dates of their reigns.  I never, ever imposed that kind of thing on my classes.  It was busywork, and all it really accomplished was to make test-writing an easy task for the professor.  However, by telling a compelling story about a major historical figure, I tried to associate the human experience with certain names, times and places that would stay in the minds of my science/math whiz kids who hated the subjects I taught.

Sometimes a lecture is necessary, the only way to drive home an important concept; but it doesn’t have to be dry, dull, and boring.