The hostess fretted about the house. "Is she here yet? Is she here yet?" The guest arrives. Both parties are flushed with the excitement of the occasion. Just a moment between friends to celebrate the season with a light repast.
They await their luncheon while catching up on what is new while their servant finishes preparations for their tea. Upon hearing that lunch is served, they arrive with rapidity and eat their delicacies with voracious appetites. Tongue tied over the formality of the occasion, the servant provide a needed respite by asking about the weather, one's family, and how one likes ones refreshments.
The formality thawed when one of the servants began a juggling show. With conversation flowing freely, the two ladies set their creativity to remembering others for the upcoming holiday with a
bouquet of carnations. When their business was satiated, they retired to the basement to discuss their family (all with the name of Barbie) and decoration of homes created from the finest primary colored wood.
They await their luncheon while catching up on what is new while their servant finishes preparations for their tea. Upon hearing that lunch is served, they arrive with rapidity and eat their delicacies with voracious appetites. Tongue tied over the formality of the occasion, the servant provide a needed respite by asking about the weather, one's family, and how one likes ones refreshments.
The formality thawed when one of the servants began a juggling show. With conversation flowing freely, the two ladies set their creativity to remembering others for the upcoming holiday with a bouquet of carnations. When their business was satiated, they retired to the basement to discuss their family (all with the name of Barbie) and decoration of homes created from the finest primary colored wood.
Thank you so much for having Ella over! She loved it all, and has been talking about it non stop. The pictures are darling, I may have to steal a few.
ReplyDeleteOh, and The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane is one of our favorites, read every February. I never thought to make our own Edward...maybe next year. How fun!