a new story entry for the "3 little pictures" post!
- tales from a bluerose
- Apr 5, 2018
- 3 min read
Magical March Mornings~
The Mitten
“Mommy? Where are we going?” asked two-year-old Trevor.
Monica took the snowy road carefully as she rounded the curves. Trevor was behind her in his car seat and enjoying the ride.
“We are headed to Mrs. Zeh’s to take her some soup! After that we will stop and get groceries.” She needed to remember to get Rice Crispies and marshmallows so that later that afternoon she could make Marshmallow Treats with the boys.
Into her head came the memory of a song she sang in high school, “It’s a marshmallow world”, and she sang it as they drove.
“I like to hear you sing, Mommy.”
“Let’s sing together!” They blended voices as she taught him the words. She loved to hear his strong little voice.
It seemed she could still hear the whole high school chorus sing and she could hear the echo in the school halls as her music teacher played the “catchy” tune on the piano.
“I think I see soft white kitty’s in the trees,” stated Trevor after the song ended and they drove along a tree lined road with snow laden pines.
He sees the magic, thought Monica as she smiled. “Yes, lots and lots of them,” she added.
The next song she sang to her son was, “The Three Little Kittens” and she ended it just as they tuned into Mrs. Zeh’s driveway. She helped Trevor hop out of the car and then picked up the container of soup.
“This should make Mrs. Zeh feel better,” declared his Mommy.
As they walked up the sidewalk Trevor exclaimed, “Look! One of the kittens lost their mitten right here!” In the snow someone had dropped a mitten.
“I think you are right!” she exclaimed as they rang the bell.
The Key
It was during the very beginning of a Nor’easter that Sarah walked with her mom down the country road. Softly falling snowflakes triple in size of normal flakes fell all around them.
“It’s a snow globe morning!” Declared her mother.
“It sure feels like we are in one,” Sarah agreed as she twirled and laughed. “Twirl with me!” She said and then hand in hand they spun round and round in the softly falling snow.
“Look a key!” Exclaimed Sarah as she picked up the old fashioned skeleton key.
“That looks like a key to the Secret Garden!” her mother said thoughtfully. “If you find a key, there must be a door.”
They rounded a bend in the lane and then spotted a walled garden with dead vines hanging along it and naked trees standing inside.
“Let’s find door!” Said Sarah.
“We have to get back.” said Mother. “I have a whole afternoon of chores yet to do.” Sadly, Sarah turned back, but she tucked the key into her pocket.
“Yes, we had better hurry home for the storm is getting worse!” exclaimed Mother. Sarah would come back and explore in the spring.
The Umbrella
The whole family was dressed and ready for a ski in the forest. Everyone was happy as Dad led the way breaking a trail. After four Nor’easters in a month the snow lay deep in the woods. Kyle, Trevor, Sarah and Mom followed him.
It was silent that morning in the forest except for the occasional caw of a crow. They glided through a canopy of giant pine trees pausing, each in their own silent thoughts and listened.
“Don’t these woods remind you of “Narnia”? asked Mom.
They all smiled and agreed, remembering the novel they had read together as a family. They began to ski once again, this time the boys went ahead.
“Be careful on the next hill,” warned Dad.
Kyle and Trevor took it with no problem and Dad waited for Mom and Sarah to get down safely before he went down it.
There was something black along the trail that caught Sarah’s eye and caused her to fall. There in the snow lay an open umbrella.
“Wow! Do you think it could belong to Tumnus the faun of Narnia?” asked Sarah.
“You should keep an eye out for a lamp post,” declared Dad as he skied down to where the discovery had taken place.
They called to the boys to take a break. Skiing was tiring, and they needed to rest. The boys always needed a snack.
“Come on up here!” shouted Trevor.
“We’ve found a perfect log in the snow where we can stop”.
When they all finally reached it, they sat and ate their granola bars and licorice, Sarah said, “It sure seems like Narnia here. Are we in Narnia? Who can explain the umbrella?”
*These stories come to us from Sharon Frampton of Devon, PA. Thank you Sharon for these gems.
*pics taken by Christina
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