She lives in a one room, cozy cottage she built in the middle of a lush green forest. Her home sits in a grassy clearing, backed up to the base of a fern-covered cliff where in the Spring, sweet clean water trickles down to her waiting barrels. Tiny, baby blue flowers grow amongst the ferns on tender, too-thin stems of pale green. She is young, and happy, and full of hope. One day a pebble dislodges from the very top of the cliff. It’s not much larger than her smallest finger. It tumbles as it falls, briefly touching its brothers along the way. Seeing the pebble’s joy, the brothers break free and join his race down the steep slope. Others join, larger friends, who bring larger friends. And soon they are singing a thunderous roar of glee as they race each other ever faster down. She hears the song and runs out of her cabin, looking up to see them ripping through the ferns, plucking the flowers and consuming all in their bliss. She backs away, then trips. As she hits the gr...
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ReplyDeleteHubby and I wondered where you went. Glad you are still blogging.
ReplyDeleteYep, still around. :). Thanks. depressionrecession just had no meaning any more.
ReplyDeleteAnd this morning when I clicked your blog and it said you were nowhere to be found.... I thought NOT AGAIN!!!
ReplyDeleteDid he decided to go on a second permanent vacation like last time?!
Happily, you don't. :)
I don't really have the will power to stay away. :)
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