My husband should be having a third shoulder surgery soon. We’re waiting on a date. We had a well dug and a sprinkler system installed and waiting on sod for the back yard. We’re having a 50^th wedding anniversary this year and a short trip planned. Such is the life of retirees. I remember my parents went to south Texas in their motorhome to stay for the winter and had many adventures. Our retirement seems to pale in comparison to theirs.

            But in the middle of all this activity, my writing club will turn one hundred years old in January. We’re planning some celebrations. One of which is an anthology of our works. We’ve been talking about it for some time and we’re finally putting it together. I’m gathering all the fabulous works of art and putting them together in a book to be published this summer.

            Slowly the documents are dribbling in. I’m impatient, I know. So, I started work on the cover. The title is “Prose Colored Glasses” voted on at the last meeting. And with that in mind, I went shopping for just the right pair of spectacles to go with the title. And I found them at a little discount store.

            The title is a spin-off on the phrase “rose colored glasses” like looking at life through rose colored glasses. I had the glasses, now I needed roses—and I didn’t have any. With all the rain we’ve had recently, one rose gardener said his had been beaten down by the weather. I needed to find some pink ones to go with my purchase of the glasses.

            I was off on another adventure. I will climb all obstacles when it comes to my club. I wondered if there were roses growing in a park somewhere in town. And I went on a hunt. My husband said to call if I got thrown into “flower jail” and he might bail me out.

            I found just the right color of roses in a park in town. With my rose pruners in a sack to not to be so obvious, I clipped a small amount of dainty pink roses, took them home and arranged them on the dining room tablecloth—artistically—and  began to take pictures. Above is my masterpiece. I wanted to capture the idea for our potential cover.

            If the picture is accepted when I upload it into the publishing website, this will be our cover. It came out good.

Consider this a cover reveal and be prepared for some fabulous writing from many different writers.

What are you reading this week? Get ready for “Prose Colored Glasses.”