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10/9/14

Louder than a door...( Chapter Three )

 In a garden - not so very far from where Miss Moussie now is tumbling down the hill like a fluffy tumbleweed, because she is in such a hurry to go tell what she had just discovered -someone is sitting in a deckchair…drinking iced tea…

 -It hasn't been this warm since years... said the Dutchess to herself whilst waving fiercely with a fan…its almost too hot to handle... !
 She had been trying to write... but really it was too hot to concentrate... then she tried to read... but the words were to slow to enter her mind... they lingered in the heat and evaporated...
 Then she planned to take a little nap… a siesta in the garden under the old oak tree... but her thoughts wandered of all over the place and now she just was sitting there... watching the grass grow...

 Time took her time to pass… like it was stuck… sticky minutes gliding like hot syrup dripping from a spoon...

 Whilst casting her eyes over the lawn… over the pink roses, the Pond in the distance... the garden path towards Hilltop Hall... the Dutchess  smiled... How much she loved that old, with green ivy overgrown house... sometimes she felt like she could hug it ... wasn't that silly...  Sure, there were worries ... the cracks in the old walls…lots of squeaky doors, an ancient plumbing system..the pipes sometimes made a noise like a complete wind orchestra playing a concerto, and maybe, just maybe, she needed to redecorate . There still was the wallpaper her grandmother once plastered to the bedroom walls…showing birds and forget-me-not’s. And the fireplace in the kitchen was the same one like one-hundred years ago...

 Suddenly, a noise coming from the entrance of the garden, at the garden gate, interrupted our dear Dutchess in her reminiscing’s... A mouse came running... waving a yellow straw hat... squeaking at the top of her longs, louder than any old door ever could squeak in the whole house….

 -He’s coming home..he's coming home...!


5 comments:

Angelsdoor * Penny said...

Dearest Dutchess,
This is the sweetest story !!
I love it... And you illustrations are so beautiful....
Miss Moussie looks so darling writing her letter, and tossing her little hat.
Thank you so much for sharing this.
Love and blessings,
Penny and Bebe

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

And I'm shouting here, "SHE'S HOME, SHE'S HOME!" YOU ARE BACK!!!


Look who is here....the Nowhere gang is gathering once again, here, with the Divine Miss Moussie, telling her fantastic story of a certain Hilltop where love grows, and it's always spring...

The choice of words that Miss Moussie has chosen is as if she picked a bouquet of flowers, plucking each one of a different colour, texture and meaning. "Time took her time to pass...like it was stuck...sticky minutes gliding like hot syrup..." Oh Miss Moussie, that line is STUNNING. And your description of the old house, with pipes like a "complete wind orchestra..." You have taken me to the Hilltop, where I long to go see you and the history of this place.

NOW FOR YOUR IMAGE! The sight of you, do you know what that does to me? It takes me back almost SEVEN YEARS little mouse, yes, SEVEN years when I first "met" you....your little summer frock, your enthusiasm, your sweet little hat and our adventures together. WELCOME HOME to US, who adore you so.

Mapi said...

Oh wat is deze weer leuk !

Jacoba said...

Wat een schattige tekeningen!
Heerlijk dat je zo goed kunt tekenen.
Geniet van de herfst en alles dat om je heen leeft on the Hilltop!
Jacoba xoxo

Grandma Yellow Hair said...

I wish I had a way with words like you my Dutchess so I could tell you how I feel when I am reading your chapters. Like the old house I think my pipes are opening up to this wonderful world you have created for us to embrace and to be happy again in a world we all need right now.
Thanks for sharing your creative soul with us
Love
Maggie

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