beacause Wolph33 of the forum posted a country home picture for the board
THE BIRCH TREE
© Vickey Stamps 9-20-12 A burgundy-reddish Paint, lay heavy and new, on the old building that sat nearby. The building was partly under and beneath an old birch tree. A thick coating of white, high-lighted the building on its entrance and on its trellis and four-squared window. An empty pot waited for the planting of itself, hoping for flowers with very bright colors to one day burst forth and lighten this place up even half, as nicely, as did the old tree. The table upon which it sat, seemed to lean slightly against the ancient tree, as if weary. Perhaps it was. Beside the tree, sturdy, curving legs, held up planks of wood for the humans to sit on and rest under its shade... A strong wooden surface, lay between the two benches. It had heard itself being called a picnic table, but thought of itself as being more a place of comfort. Right now, it was missing the happy sounds of the children and thinking that anytime now, they would perhaps leave the big yellow school bus that brought them home each day. He would wait all day to see the youngsters race down the road toward home. Maybe they’d stop and visit him for a bit. The old tree preened itself, thinking how lovely its red and yellow leaves looked spread all around him on the ground. Any day now, the children would, no doubt, gather them up, into a tall pile and throw themselves into its middle. The old tree could almost hear their laughter. Its roots sometimes did a happy dance of joy, when that happened. Winter would be arriving before much longer. The bite of its breath had already made itself felt a few times. There had been a long drought, but that had passed and fall had come. Wood was already stacked in long tidy rows, just waiting to warm the home of the children. Soon, most, if not all, of its leaves would be gone and it would shiver in its nakedness, as the ground grew cold. It would long for spring when it would again be clothed in beauty. For now it would count the blessings of all it was and all that lay around it. Later, the old tree would smell the fireplace, as it warmed the home and blew its smoke up through the chimney. Sometimes the smoke would stop to visit with the old tree for just a moment, before merging with the winter skies. The woods ashes would be spread in part, to enrich the soil and one day a garden would present itself for those in the home to enjoy. For now it would be content. Even though it was only a tre,e that sheltered the building, the table with the planter, the place of comfort and the ground beneath it all, it had always known it to be, a true thing… LIFE WAS GOOD |
tryed twice to get pic to come up and it would not. Maybe Wolph3 will repost for you so you can understand why I wrote the story. Sorry.
Vickey |
here is a link to Wolph33's post inspiring this writing http://www.quiltingboard.com/general...g-t200733.html
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thanks QuiltnNan. i couldn't get my copy to download. Appreciate it.
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loved the story an the picture. joyce j
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another great story, saw the picture too. beautiful
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Great story.
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glad you all liked my story. HUGS.
Tired tonight. I spent most of the day cutting out 22 doll bodies for the dolls I make for the REAL SICK kids and give away. They are 2 piece units but tall for a cloth doll and takes awhile. Thanks for the replies. Hugs to everyone. Vickey S |
I loved your story. You have a wonderful gift.
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Thanks so much for those words Lyncat
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