Breaking the Spell

Once upon a time there was a man who lived near a beautiful lake. He loved his lakehouse, far away from the craziness of the world. He enjoyed the solitude immensely, everything was perfect. Well almost perfect!

One crisp Autumn day he was sitting on his deck looking at the lake. He had taken his morning swim and was enjoying sitting in the sun, alone with his thoughts. Would the day ever come where he would finally spend more time in his home, than he did on the lake?

His story was a little tragic, for long ago he had been captured by an evil fairy, who had placed a spell on him. She had turned him into a Duck!

Fortunately his friends had rescued him from the forest but they hadn’t been able to break the spell! He still looked like a duck, waddled like a duck and quacked like a duck, so he was a duck, though not really! He was able to talk, but after every few words he would let out a QUACK! It drove the poor guy crazy! Not to mention, his friends as well, when listening to him.

They promised that they wouldn’t give up trying to find out the cure and today was the day that they planned to try the latest cure.

His one friend told him to cross his fingers and toes in hopes that it would work. He then laughed as he remembered that he couldn’t very well do that, for he was a duck!

The poor man couldn’t wait to have his hands and feet back again! Oh to look like a human again! No more duck face! If his friends told him to make a duckface one more time for the camera he was sure to lose it! They thought they were hilarious!

Hearing a car pull up, his thoughts were interrupted. They were here, the time had come. Would this cure work?? He waddled towards the car with his webbed feet and a pensive duckface.

After greeting the 3 guys and chatting and quacking a little, they got down to business.

“Here is the magic potion for you to drink. Its coffee made with extra special beans. A raspberry, caramel,banana, marshmallow flavor.”

The poor guy grimaced and had a very pouty duckface, he hated coffee! But he hated being a duck even more!

He went to start slurping it, for its not like he had hands to hold the cup. His friends said, “Wait! Has to be rigbt at Noon! You have 2 minutes to wait.”

He gave his friends a look, but they had straight faces as they told him he had to follow the rules exactly.

“Go!” They shouted! “Keep slurping until its all done!”

Mr.Duckface slurped and slurped, and a few times he felt like puking! At last he finished, but he was still a duck!

Now we need to say a chant over you and you need to stick your head under the water while we say it. He gave them a questioning look again but waddled down to the lake. Stuck his head in the water and his bottom in the air.

His friends started chanting and suddenly he was sputtering! He lifted his head up spitting out water. He was human again!!

“It worked, it worked!!” He shouted with utter joy, dancing a jig. His friends were ectastic. Everyone was in high spirits when Kendra pulled into the driveway.

She was grinning from ear to ear. “I see that this is a day of celebration!”

Mr. No longer Duckface had a broad smile! “Yes, that magic potion coffee was the worse and being upside down in the water wasn’t fun but it was all worth it!”

Kendra had a confused look, “a magic potion….upside down in the water?? But all you had to do was…”

His friends quickly interrupted Kendra. ” Hey buddy, lets all pose for a pic and how about going for a ride on your boat?”

“Wait! I want to know what Kendra was going to say.”

All eyes were on Kendra and she noticed the pleading look in his friends eyes. It took her a moment but she figured it out, and had to restrain her laughter.

“So no more duck lips, eh? Too bad, I thought they looked good on you.” He made a face at her and she laugbed, telling them to all go out on the boat and she would whip togethet a celebratory meal.

Watching them go she shook her head laughing. Oh, if he only knew that all that was required to break the spell was the chant. Something his friends were fully aware of! She walked back to the lakehouse. Fun was always around when one had crazy friends!

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Walking … an exercise for the heart and eyes … when out in nature! 

12e842bbea4718b66029c3eb1d459518 (pinterest)

Sharing from the heart … warms the heart

What goes together like peanut butter and jelly? Ice cream and pretzels? I like having something salty when I eat something sweet. I also love my salted caramel lattes, which I know make certain people groan! Here’s your chance, what combination goes together. Doesn’t need to be food! Friendship and Laughter go together  for sure! Give it a whirl and comment below! 

 

Climbing the Hill

8b932eaa6aecc211c6dd47cf88e6eebb pinterest

Jeremy had almost made it up the steep hill. He was getting tired, but was excited and looking forward to his last stop.

He really did enjoy his job of delivering bread, to those who couldn’t leave their homes. They were always so happy to see him and thankful for his gift of bread. Delivering the bread took double the time that it should, but that’s because he always got invited inside, and how could he refuse. The majority of his customers were widows, they were lonely and his visits would brighten their week.

There was sweet, little Mary, whose silver hair had a shine to it. She always was smiling, and every time he came she had fresh chocolate cake for him, with peanut butter icing. It was one of the best cakes that Jeremy ever had tasted.

Miss. Catherine was Mary’s neighbor and she had 5 cats. A very caring lady, who had a heart for animals. Jeremy had to be quick when he opened her door to to deliver her bread. It took him forever one time to find Coal one night, after it had escaped. Coal was her black cat, and Jeremy would have never found him if it wouldn’t have been for his emerald green eyes that glowed in the dark.

Jeremy shook his head as he thought of his other customers, the Bisby twin sisters. They were as chatty as could be, but they often made him laugh. They finished each other’s sentences all the time, almost like they could read each other’s minds. The sisters always insisted that Jeremy come in and have tea with them. Jeremy wasn’t really a tea drinker, but he couldn’t tell them. Why they thought everyone loved their special recipe. Often times Jeremy wondered if it was really “tea” that he was drinking.

Honeynut bread was for Mr.Graham, he was the one man that lived on Jeremy’s route and Jeremy would often play a game of Scrabble with him when he would deliver his bread. Mr. Graham may be old, but he was still very sharp when it came to word games. He also enjoyed playing Battleship with Jeremy, and usually he won.

Tonight Jeremy had a surprise for Mr.Graham. He had baked him a special cake, for his birthday was tomorrow!

Mr.Graham’s house was at the very top of the hill, and Jeremy saw it now, he had made it!

He knocked on his door and he heard Mr.Graham’s voice.

“Come on in Jeremy!”

Jeremy walked in with a smile holding the birthday cake in his hands.

“Happy Birthday!”

Mr.Graham’s face lit up.

“You remembered my birthday!”

“Yes, and I made your favorite icing, salted caramel.”

“Oh my! How nice of you! Thank you! Now come sit down and enjoy a piece with me. Then we can play Scrabble.  It may be my birthday tomorrow and I may be over the hill, but that doesn’t mean I will let you beat me.”  he said to Jeremy.

Jeremy laughed, ” I am sure you won’t!” he said as he took a seat at the table.

He didn’t get paid any cash for delivering bread, but no price could be put on the rewards of friendship!

 

 

 

Forever in Our Heart

wp-1586132833671.jpg

Dear Pat, Its been three years today since you have been gone. You left us too soon! We will never forget you Pat, you will always be in our hearts! We met when we were young, when you swept my dear friend off her feet. Oh the memories! We laughed through the years, and cried, and laughed again. You always had a way of making people smile no matter what! While you were sick people came to cheer you, but often left feeling like they had been the ones cheered up! Your smile was contagious and even through the tears we had to laugh. I remember when you could barely talk, for your battle with cancer was almost over, but you still had it in you to make a crack about my driving! You were one of a kind, dear friend and we miss you, miss your hugs and just miss you being you!  Your family is simply amazing with the inspiration they been to others, the strength they have shown.

And Pat, just so you know,  you may not be able to keep me on my toes anymore with your wit, but I do have friends that continue to do that very well. Your wife included, you would be proud of them!

Love you Sherry, I know Pat will forever be in your heart and I know my dear friend that you will continue on. Pat is cheering you on through life. I am so blessed by your friendship! Keep shining on, and remember, when this pandemic is over, to the beach once again we will run!

The Bridge of Questions … Part 2

If you missed Part 1 yesterday, here is a link. The Bridge of Questions

Thanks to those of you who helped contribute some questions, to help Sabrina get across the bridge. Some of the questions were tricky for sure! But I have come to expect that from certain “followers” . Hope you enjoy the story!

 

Sabrina was almost at the bridge. She felt full of confidence and was anticipating meeting the old man again. It wasn’t that she was so eager to cross the bridge but the old man had stirred up her curiosity now about what questions he could possibly have.

She saw him from the distance, as she was approaching the bridge. He turned and saw her, and this time he didn’t just stare at her, but he smiled. When she got closer to him he called out. “Hi there missy! I see you didn’t chicken out.”

Sabrina smiled as she shook her head. “Nope, not a chance! So what’s your first question?”

The old man stood there quietly, looking at her for a moment, and then he spoke. “Before we start, I am curious, why do you think I should be able to make you answer my questions, do you think I could really stop you from crossing this bridge? ”

Sabrina wasn’t quite sure what to say, she wasn’t expecting him to say that. He was standing right in front of her just giving her a piercing gaze, making her feel a little intimidated. He was an old man though, so she probably could just push him aside and walk on across the bridge. He really wouldn’t grab her, would he?

It was like he was reading her thoughts, for he said, “I am just a weak old man, you could push me off the bridge if you wanted to.”

Sabrina shook her head. “Well yeah I could, but I am too sweet and nice to do that! Besides, you have me curious now. You were all bold yesterday about these questions that you had, so I want to hear them.  Why don’t we take a seat on the bridge while you ask me them.”

They sat down and let their feet dangle out over the rippling water in the stream.”Okay, here is your first question. What kind deed did you do for someone before you left the house today?”

Again she was shocked by the question. “Why should it matter what kind deed I did today?” she asked him.

“Well you just got done saying that you were sweet and nice, so what did you do today to prove that.”

Sabrina looked down at her feet as she thought of the way she talked to the delivery guy that had come to her house this morning. He was just doing his job, but she had been in a hurry and was rather short with him. And then there was the person who called on the phone.

“Can we just go to the next question please?”

“Well, we can, but I hope you won’t let the day go by without doing something that is kind. Doesn’t have to be anything big.”

Sabrina nodded her head and agreed that she would make sure to try.

“What is the purpose of life? ”

Sabrina put her head in her hands, she didn’t think the questions would be this difficult!

“That would take way too long to answer right now. I will come back later with the answer, okay?”

The old man smiled. “Make sure you do, I will be waiting.”

They sat there in silence again watching the water flow.

Just as Sabrina thought that perhaps he didn’t have any other questions, he spoke up.

“Don’t you recognize me?”

Sabrina’s heart jumped. Was this someone she knew? She scrutinized him carefully, but no, he didn’t seem familiar at all.

“No, I don’t, should I?”

“Nope, just wondered what you would say!” and the old man laughed.

Sabrina shook her head, this guy was crazy.

“Here is an easy one for you. Do you know who won the International Polo Cup back in 1876?”

Sabrina almost lost her balance as she turned to look at him. “You are crazy, aren’t you! How could I possibly know that!” Her hands went up in the air as she shook her head.

“Its not really looking like you will get across the bridge today, missy, is it?”

Sabrina wasn’t quite sure what to say and she watched him take some rocks and throw them as they skipped across the water. They chatted about other things for a little. How he enjoyed the woods and how she liked the beach. He talked about how life was so different way back when he was a child and she found it interesting to hear his tales. She actually forgot that she was trying to get across the bridge, as they kept chatting.

As they skipped some more rocks, she happened to glance at her watch.

“Oh My, I didn’t realize the time. I gotta go, or I will be late for work this evening.”

“Do you want to take a short cut back home?” the old man asked.

“A shortcut?” she looked at him quizzically.

“Yes, there is a hidden tunnel I could show you.”

“Really??”

The man slapped his knee with his hand and started laughing.

“No, there isn’t a tunnel that I know of, but your eyes sure did get big!”

Sabrina made a face at him but couldn’t help to let out a laugh. “You are one interesting character, old man! i gotta go, but perhaps I will be back again. I don’t need to cross the bridge, maybe we can just chat again and skip some rocks, if that’s okay with you.”

“I am often here at this time of day, so come by whenever you want. I do have one more question for you.”

Sabrina raised her eyebrows, “Really, one that I can actually answer?”

“Perhaps.” and his eyes crinkled.

Sabrina laughed. “I will see you later, take care, old man.”

“You too, missy”, he said,  with a wink and a smile.

 

 

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

Happy Tuesday! Its another warm day in the forecast today, but rainy. A perfect day for a cup of tea, and perhaps reading my book inside today, without any spider visitors! After yesterday’s “Miss. Muffett” experience I still did get to enjoy the outdoors. My husband and I went on a hike in our nearby woods,  after he got back from his bike ride. It was very nice, and not a spider in sight!

wp-1583808592075.jpg

I hope you can find some peaceful moments in your day today, even if you can’t be by a creek.

 

  1. quote-56
  2. eb583717f030080229e124d9e92aafae
  3. 2939676b383049f313ae8bc0fd500c4c thanks to Linda for this quote that I read on her blog and wanted to pass on the smile to all of you. http://charmedchaos.com/2020/03/08/silent-sunday-calendula/
  4. bbc3c98b6bca461d051bc535c8f65154
  5. wp-1583849602198.jpg
  6. 4851d47d370258ffa02f224ba81968c3
  7. 19085b9cb0399dd899f21e37e8f1d73d
  8. 813eb659bb6877de556b98c250d94135-1
  9. 6b95b21bbea592dd4a81fab33b074942-1
  10. 502de7401c66b37c1c47a8b530e2c362

Words from the Heart

86377346_2532056453716371_6179526300407955456_n

A memory has been in my mind the past couple days, and when I saw this quote I thought how well it fit with it.

My memory is woven tightly into my heart from something that happened when I was in the hospital back in 2012.  It was a rather scary time for all of us, because no one quite knew what was wrong and the possible diagnosis being thrown around wasn’t something we wanted to hear.

My family and friends wanted to take away my pain, but they couldn’t! They wanted to fix me, but even the Doctors didn’t know how to fix me. What they could do though and what they did do, was let me know I wasn’t alone.

That is the best gift you can give someone who is hurting. As one friend shared with me when I was going through a hard time, they would be holding the light for me.  I can’t remember the whole quote they shared, but I know those words about holding the light warmed my heart, they let me know I wasn’t alone.

So what is the specific memory that tugged at my heart and inspired this post? It was one night that my husband and children had come to visit. My hand was having a spasm that I couldn’t control, it kept hitting my leg. My 10 year old was sitting beside me on my bed and he was watching without saying a word. Then he gently took my hand and put it over his leg saying, “Hit my leg Mommy!”

Those 4 little words will forever be one of the most powerful “I love you” statements that I ever heard!

One Step at a Time

What had she got herself into? She woke up with a feeling of great anticipation, but now as the time drew closer her courage was starting to be pushed aside by butterflies.  They were fluttering about inside of her, causing her to almost spill her cup of coffee, which she had just poured.

The clock said 8 am, when Gracie raised her head and looked at it on the wall. She checked her watch, unfortunately the broken clock was right this time. It was 8 am and she would hear the door bell ring any second.

Gracie took a deep breath, out the window she saw Josie’s car pull up. She was here, there was no backing out now. Though she was starting to feel a little sick.

“Ding dong!’

Gracie opened the door with a shaky smile.

“Hi Gracie, are you ready? Isn’t it a gorgeous morning! I can’t wait to get going!”

Josie has always been a morning person. Gracie remembered when they were teenagers, and she wanted to sleep in on a Saturday morning, but the phone usually rang bright and early with Josie on the other end. She would be chattering away at how Gracie couldn’t sleep her day away,  there were adventures to have. Life with Josie never was boring!

“I am as ready as I am going to be. How sure again are you that this is safe?”  Gracie asked.

Josie laughed, as she put her arm around Gracie, “No worries! It will be fine. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

Gracie raised her eyebrows, as she said, ” Well there was one time in our Junior year when…”

Josie interrupted, “Oh yeah, that time, but hey… in the end all turned out okay.”

They laughed together as they remembered the look on Mike’s face, as his  runaway car was headed for the creek.

They chatted some on their way, calming Gracie’s nerves.

“Here we are!” Josie said, as she parked on the gravel side of the road, “Grab your backpack and lets go.”

The trail that they were hiking was a nice flat trail, with lovely trees lining the path. Gracie enjoyed the trail, she just was worried about where the trail was taking them.

After a too short 15 minute walk, they had reached their destination, and Gracie looked up as her stomach hopped into her throat. “It it is quite high!” she stammered to Josie.

“Look how beautiful it is! I am telling you the view from the top will be worth it, I promise!”

She grabbed Gracie’s hand, “You can do this. I will be right by your side the whole way up the mountain.”

Gracie felt a surge of adrenaline go through her. Yes, she could do this,  she had never attempted rock climbing before, but there was a first time for everything. What could go wrong, Josie promised they would be home by suppertime, and she said she was treating. Gracie could already taste the sweet chocolate lava cake with caramel icing in her mouth. She squeezed Josie’s hand and said, “Lets go!”

The “Out of the Hole” Song!

I know this isn’t a Christmas song, but there is a story behind it. I was chatting and laughing with a dear friend yesterday, and ended up getting in a “hole”, yes,  I am sure some of you will be so shocked by that. Anyway, my friend assured me that if I was to post a Neil Diamond song that all would be well. So just for you, sweet Dee, here is your favorite song, and it took all my willpower to not post an Air Supply song too, but I was good! May all of you enjoy the song as well! Do you have a favorite Neil Diamond song?