Stormy weather..

Its a very blustery day at the Hilltop..so we all stay inside and watch a scary movie...

Strawberry fields forever..

Miss Moussie was strolling through the Hilltop garden..It had stopped raining at last and she was on her way to pick a strawberry or two..and then maybe eat one or two on the way back to her birds nest..On the strawberry field she bumped into the Dutchess who was sitting there..under an umbrella.. painting...

-Stop..hold that pose dear...that's just lovely..
-Ó No...I'm sure I look kind of silly in my raincoat..
-My dear Miss Moussie...the red of the strawberries go wonderful with the bright yellow of your coat..
-Can I not go and change into my new dress..you know..the one with the leafy greens....
-Then you would completely disappear in this picture ...NOW you are the absolute highlight..
-I am....well...then I''ll stay just as I am.....is this oke...

And there Miss Moussie stood...a bit shy...with her little wellies in a puddle..

Meet the neighbours..

Meet our friends and neighbours...did you ever visit Brambly Hedge..NO..then now's the time to do it...

Firefly...

Meet Luciano Lucciola...

Luciano Lucciola....

Who saw something he never did see before..so, he didn't know what it was..

A little light moved through the garden..like a lantern in the dark..
Who was thinking..-Maybe its Miss Moussie....maybe she is spying around in the dark..by candlelight...?
The light went out....gone....O dear, said Who..now she has to lit the candle again..Aah..there ..the little light was back on, but now it was hovering high up in the Lilac bush..This couldn't possibly be Miss Moussie..she can't fly...or jump that high..
The light went out again..gone..No,..look..it reappeared..bright and yellow..very near by..first,flickering over the pond..then,sitting still on a leaf in front of Who..who sat very still..he now saw what IT was..not a lantern, but a very small insect..

The strange insect saw Who..it opened his mouth..and while his little light was beaming..putting himself and Who in the spotlight....this creature began to sing..
--WHoooo are youuuuu....?
-Who..answered Who suprised...Amazing! What a wonderful sound this little guy produced..
--YOUuuuu...are WHoooooo...?
-Me..I'm Who...
--Are YOUuuuu...WHOOOOOOoooo?
-I am, said Who..and Who are YOU...??
--Me..(and there the creature took a deap breath).....LUuuuccianooooooooo Lucciooooooolaaaaaaaa...and then.. his light went out...
-Where are you...said Who whilst surching the dark with his big owl eyes...and did I understand correctly..is your name Luciano Lucciola...
--TADAAAAA..sang Luciano..putting on his light again...TaDAAAAAAA..itsa soooo nice to meeta you.....I'm fromma Italyyyyyyyyyyy..Ciao..you bigga birda.....
--................!?!?

Who...is there...?

I do believe Who is trying to tell us something..is there a stranger entering the Hilltop...

To Bee or not to Bee..

-Hello there..so nice to meet you dear Bee..isn't this a beautiful day to sit in the clover..twittered Miss Moussie...did you fall asleep..?
I did for a moment..and then I heard you...eh..buzzzz..!

The Bee turned his head...his little black eyes looked into Miss Moussie's...
-O my goodness..squeaked Miss Moussie...why this sad face..are you OK..?

-I was wondering..buzzed the Bee..I was wondering..Why is there something instead of nothing..?
-O....twittered Miss Moussie..she didn't expect any question of this difficult kind of sort..so, to be on the safe side,she just responded with..O...!
-Sometimes..continued the Bee..I just don't want to Bee anymore..I often get very confused..in being..Why do I exist...Well...I even wonder if I really BEE..
-O...twittered Miss Moussie again...whilst sitting next to the bee..Well...If you didn't exist you wouldn't be there to ask yourself questions..now would you...But more important is..Why don't you want to Bee anymore..
-To many questions...buzzed the bee...My mind is full...I'm feeling kind of heavy...
-Then you need a lift...squeaked Miss Moussie...let me help you...
-You are very kind..but its to late..sighed the Bee....
-Its never to late ..twittered Miss Moussie..you can do it..you are just struggling with the philosophy of being..I can understand that..Life can be very complicated...

Then..from high up the garden wall ..a beautiful red robin flew into the scene...
It had been following the conversation between Miss Moussie and the bee with great interest..

-I know just what to do ..it said..I will give you a lift..we will fly as high as you like..and when you will feel light enough..you free you mind....and you can let go...
-Wonderful idea sweet Robin..twittered Miss Moussie..Wonderful...Please little bee..give it a try..you can do it..you just have to put your mind into it..

The little Bee..very reluctant..climbed on to the Robins back...holding on to its feathers...
Don't worry now...said the Robin..enjoy the flight....and hold on tight..




The Robin flapped his wings and flew...towards the light..higher and higher...Miss Moussie saw them circle through the sunlight above the treetops..

In the bee's mind something shifted...like a big cloud that was being lifted..
He looked down....he felt the wind beneath his wings and he whispered...I almost forgot how beautiful it is to bee in this world ....How could I forget that beeing is just being..
-How do you feel..asked the Robin...did the heaviness disappear..can you let go now....?
-I can..I can..buzzed the bee....Its ok..I bee because I am...a bee...that's the answer to all my questions...Thank you so much dear Robin...I'm letting go now....goodbye...

Standing in the clover Miss Moussie saw the bee go....buzzing loud and humming a tune..like Bee's do...
She smiled and waved.....

Sometimes my dear reader and friend..we just need a little lift..