Sigh. My computer, Elsa de iMac, has gone to never-neverland and taken with her my files. It appears all has been lost that she held entrusted within. If you wonder why you do not hear from me ... This is why. A kind man tried to help ... but with regrets, told me that Elsa had left on Safari & it did not appear she was coming back. Her screen is black.
I have not been able to get my e-mail or to post comments without Elsa ... And I do not have your addresses to write by snail or sparrow. Most were in the address files now missing. I am posting this moment with a borrowed for the day PC laptop and I find I am a fish out of water ::glup:: things keep disapearing on me before I can hit send ::eep::
Yes, all creatures here at the cottage and in the studio are indeed sad and blue that you are yet so far away ... That we cannot step through the garden gate to visit with you as always. We miss you all muchly. It shall indeed be a long summer if we must be without our faraway friends.
Oh we would love to have you all over for tea! For fresh baked button cookies & tiny faerie cakes, and tart lemonade served in vintage china teacups. The teacups would be frosted with sugared rims & each would have a tiny paper parasol to stir (and a maraschino cherry stuck on the end as a prize to be found at the bottom!) The baby squirrels would play in the tree tops like circus monkeys and beg for the paper parasols & would make us laugh.
We would chat for hours about everything and nothing ... And it would become quiet in the shade as we stopped the conversation to watch a butterfly dance her way across the flowers near us. We would all clap softly as not to startle her, calling out "encore" in a whisper and we would invite her to join the party.
One of the bears would dash off to gather a saucer of sugar water for her, floating a tiny flower made of tropical fruit on the surface. We would delight in watching him teetering oh so carefully across the lawn, trying his best not to spill a drop ... and we would all smile and congratulate him for his kind efforts as he placed the treat on the table (we would try our best not to notice that much of the saucers contents had splashed down the front of his white sailor shirt.) Miss Butterfly would take a sip and proclaim it to be the best she ever tasted ... And, one small bear with large eyes, would blush.
Yes, an afternoon gathering in the garden!
We really must! Soon! You all must come to tea!
Alas ... Back to this current reality. For now, my e-mail cannot be accessed & the projects have come to a near halt (except on paper) ... I am working on capturing what can be remembered and am determined I will rebuild what was lost. All the sweet little bears and their friends are helping to gather my notes of the projects and stories I have been working on ... offering to pose for new pictures ... racing towards the dress up trunk exclaiming "What are friends for!". What darlings. I am rich.
I do not know how soon I will be able to get back up and running. -^..^- Oh dear. But I will try my best to be back toot sweet & to bring the occupants of the studio with me. (Yum, perhaps the pictures a friend asked for ... of the studio's baseboards ... Yes! A grand idea! ::wink::) And we shall throw a surprise of a party!
You must promise to come.
=^..^= love zU