"You know I always thought unicorns were fabulous creatures too, although I never saw one alive before." "Well now that we have met," said the unicorn, "If you believe in me, I'll believe in you." --lewis carrol
Wind whipping the drops at the cottage with anger. Yesterday even a little snow early in the morning that mixed with the raindrops. Teasing us. A snowman would shiver. It's cold. It's wet. It's undecided.
The cottage occupants are stuck inside. Some sleep. Some read or sew. All wander about and peer out through the windows, or an open door. But no one wants to venture beyond. It's a winter storm. It's hot chocolate weather. No fun for little kitty princesses that have more energy than they know what to do with. Play inside? So be it.
Trees were meant to be conquered nar'mind decorations flying, rugs seemingly placed for crumpling & hiding under can be scooted across floors. Days such as these require jumping to the table & removing each mandarin orange in the bowl, One-at-a-time. Thud. Bump. Roll. Crash. It's the princess style method to wake a slumbering corgi puppers. "I know you are awake" (little kitty princesses are not subtle), "PLAY WITH ME!"
Tables set for dinner are a delight. A place to rest & help oneself to a sip of water. Stand on a plate (might it be in the way) push the flowers aside and should the vase teeter over, take no mind of wet feet. The tablecloth will catch most of it. Always loudly claim the puppers chased you up there.
Noted: Pouncing on flowers is possibly more fun indoors than out. Clearly. Casting big green eyes towards the dog and looking innocent doesn't work. The human mama person knows better.
And as darkness falls, wool sweaters are for nesting & napping curled up in a ball. Purring. At least until the dust settles and the human has picked up the remnants of flowers, gathered fruits from under chairs and found all the glass hearts from the tree scattered on the wood floors.
The weatherman is calling the storm to continue. Sigh. Little Kitty Princesses need their sleep. Yes. One content little kitty princess smiling sleepily from her lair. They've strung popcorn and hung paper chains. Filled the bowl with more oranges & there are now containers with candycanes which stick out top. Oh boy. Tomorrow. More storm.
I'm guessing the morning will start with fresh orange juice.
Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new.
I wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too.
Here there is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain.
Here there is no crying and I'll never hurt again.
Here it is so peaceful when all the angels sing.
I really have to go for now... I've just got to try my wings.
A dear friend has passed away two days ago and I am missing him. I keep trying to create a nice chatty post. I tell myself to breathe. Write about something happy. It isn't working. I just don't know what to say. Cancer sucks.
I was working on a Christmas story and of course now all I can think of are angels. I suppose that is nice. I like the thought of angels, don't you?