Words for Wednesday ~ June 17

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

This month the words are given by Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found at River's blog: Drifting through Life

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.

It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

And for today we were given:
Livestock
Scheduled  
Structure  
Target  
Folklore
    and/or:
Accessible
Lichen  
Cheese  
Cushion  
Facts

A small tale from Susan's - almost - mundane life is all I could manage today. Also, and as I usually do, using the words in the order they were given.

The stretch with livestock, today peacefully grazing cows, never ceased to wonder Susan. Why would this stretch of land in the outskirts of the city be allowed to just be home to livestock? Many other green areas, even further form the centre were already built up or scheduled for housing, supermarkets or schools, but not this particular piece of land. A bit further on, and to he right she espied the structure, that was the target of today's bike ride, a large conglomerate of greenhouses and other buildings. She turned right into the gravel path and had to slow down as a troupe of some kind of artists came by. The women were dressed in embroidered boluses and garish skirts and the men in wide, white shirts and black pants. They looked like some Slavonic folklore ensemble down to violin cases, cymbals and tambourines.

Still the old greenhouses were accessible to customers, even though they were old and decrepit and lichen grew in many places, Susan loved the old plant nursery. It was decidedly not a garden centre, as they had plants, and nothing else. Susan could spend all day walking around in and outside the greenhouses where plants grew, sometimes in ponds, sometimes in containers on shelves, packed much like cheese stacked to ripen. Moss grew like luscious green cushions, some tiny, with only room for a fairy or two, some big enough for even grown men to lie on, she liked the rich, loamy smell, and the moist, pungent smell from the lily pond. Only the fact that she had forgotten to tell mom where she was going, and ask for permission to not be home for dinner, made her finally leave the premises with a single, white water lily in a bag.