Hippety Hop..

The days are getting shorter on the Hilltop....a September sun shines through the hedgerows...making it easier for the woodland creatures to find cherries and berries...its harvest time...

Miss Moussie had a very busy day...with her basket filled with raspberries she is now heading towards Hilltop Hall..

-I'm going to bake a marvelous raspberry pie ..she twittered on her way to the Hilltop Hall kitchen..Its a surprise for the Dutchess when she comes home...
She made a little dance out of joy....thinking she was all alone and nobody could see her...But there Gustave leaped out of the bushes..with a big grin on his funny frog face..
-May I join you in this dance..he croaked..would you do me the honor Miss Moussie do do the Hippety Hop with me...?
-The Hippety Hop...twittered Miss Moussie with a twinkle in her eye...The HARVEST Hippety Hop....
-That's the one..croaked Gustave...and he grabbed some raspberries and started to throw them around..whilst hopping..
-Watch out...twittered Miss Moussie..this could get dirty...and she started throwing berries and cherries whilst hipping and hopping down the garden path...
-Now ..that's what I call Hippety Hopping croaked Gustave...Nobody does it better then you my dearest Moussie..



Dear reader and Friend....A new season has started on the Hilltop......Autumn arrived and is standing on our doorstep...and its very welcome..

Tribute to Miss Peach..

What greater gift than the love of a cat...

We all remember this like it was yesterday...

--- Miss Peach came to visit ...It was such a lovely surprise.We sat on the rooftop,made a wish upon a falling star and we where very happy.
We shared some.. Tuna...Tea(almost dropt the tea pot from the top of the Hilltop Hall roof),and the Moon light..---

Dearest Miss Peach ..we would like to let you know that ones a year we will celebrate a special 'Miss Peach Moon light Roof Top Tea and Tuna Party'..starting tonight on August the 23th at ten o clock..we know you will be there..

Its called August....

With a little lunchbox filled with cookies Miss Moussie left her birds nest...

She wandered down the garden path and entered the Hilltop Forest..

-Isn't August supposed to be warm...she twittered talking to herself....and isn't August supposed to be a wonderful month for picnic's..I don't know whats wrong with the weather this year,but it makes me worry...
I would love to sit in the grass and eat my cookies but..I don't think I will be able to find a dry cosy spot..its all wet and muddy in this forest...and this will ruin my dress..I believe Summers aren't what they used to be...

-You mustn't say that my dear Miss Moussie..you mustn't say that...croaked a toad's voice behind her...
-O...Oeps... Gustave...squeaked Miss Moussie..you startled me..I didn't hear you coming..what are you doing in the forest today...picking herbs for your soup...
-No my dear Lady..I come here for the silence....
-The silence...?
-Yes...just listen.....!
-..............................? I don't hear a thing....not even a bird sing..or a leaf rustling ..there is no wind....there is no sun....O ..Gustave ..I find that very suspisious...
-Its not suspisious at all Miss...its called August...

Now Miss Moussie looked puzzled..she raised one eyebrow...took a deep breath and twittered....Gustave...you know I don't like it when you talk in riddle's...

-Its simple dearest...Nature is at rest....the great works have been done...the little birds are all grown up...the flowers bloomed..the berries ripe to be picked..the green is greener then green..and we are the lucky ones to see this..and enjoy it..in silence...
Wait..croaked Gustave... you can take a seat on this mossy pillow...after I, as the true gentlemen that I am...covered it with my very clean handkerchief..so your lovely dress will not get wet..

-Ah..Gustave ,you are such a darling..twittered Miss Moussie whilst she sat down on the moss under a big tree...
--Look up dearest..croaked Gustave...this is a grand moment in time..we are sitting in a cathedral of green..just you and I..and all is well in this world..

Slow Motion

There he comes..WHO...he's always the first to come greet me...

Magic.

It was a chilly summer night at the Hilltop...

-I think I will go out for some fresh summer air before I go to sleep...twittered Miss Moussie...and someone has to check to garden now our Dutchess is away on a trip...

There she went...her little ears tucked away under her bonnet..brrr..so chilly, and this in the middle of Summer...!

The sky was a very dark indigo blue...with a twinkle of starlight..

-O my goodness..squeaked Miss Moussie..would you look at that....Fireflies...

Sometimes you don't have to search for magic...because,when you don't expect it..Magic will find you...!