Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!
It Was Good For Something
The best thing about Christmas used to be working at our family’s fir-tree farm. Weeks before Thanksgiving the pace around the place kicked up a notch. That’s when Grandpa drove up from Detroit. Once he arrived, the ritual would begin.
I remember one Christmas in particular. I was 10½. Falling snow barely misted the ground. The moon was full and the stars seemed to dance golden in the sky.
Grandpa and I headed for the barn where he stored his old Edsel digger-dozer contraption. We used it for tree hauling. That year he let me uncover it.
Photo Prompt © – Jean L. Hays