More hot chocolate and an entire canning kettle more needing to be made. Colder than the dickens and the only thing that can warm up everyone at once. Hot cider and hot buttered rum, perhaps. But extra pots, pans, and measuring cups, and too much work. The other, easier, and an entire display of jumbo bags of mini marshmallows on sale at the A&P, so four to each mug instead of two.
my new short piece of fiction published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest
On a voyage to see how much mileage I can get from the creative ability and eye for images that my family thought was useless. On line art curator, fiction writer and now blogger. Historian's daughter. Follow me . . .even I have no idea where I'm going next.
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2 thoughts on “An envisioning. 1962 and an early morning in mid-winter at the house on Swan Pond.”
I read the full piece and absolutely loved the flow – way more interesting than straight stream of consciousness and filled with little word rewards. Thank you.
I read the full piece and absolutely loved the flow – way more interesting than straight stream of consciousness and filled with little word rewards. Thank you.
Thank you and that very much! Sarah.