Hello again! It feels like I’ve been offline for ages. I took a break from the computer for the past several days in order to get over a nasty cold. Most of my time was spent snuggling with the cats on the couch, watching Netflix and reading or listening to a book on tape. I’m the type of person that can get sick by watching a movie with sick people in it (though that might just be the hypochondriac in me talking), and when I get sick I’m sick. I’ve gone through two in a half boxes of tissues in five days and have whined about it to Kenneth the entire time. But, since I can almost taste my food again, I think my cold is (thankfully/hopefully) abating.
Since I don’t have any new blog posts to share with my readers, I thought I would show you something else I’m working on. The Garden of Girls (or In the Garden of Girls, I haven’t quite decided yet) is a story I’ve had in my head for the past several months. It’s a fairy tale with a botanical twist. I’m not sure yet if this will be a short story or something longer, but I’m going to be working on it nearly exclusively for the next couple of days and I’m really looking forward to it!
Without further ado, here is a small excerpt from The Garden of Girls:
Halldora wasn’t your typical fairy tale version of a “bad” witch. She cast a few spells every once in a while to make her garden grow and sometimes, when she was feeling particularly tired, she’d enchant her spinning wheel to spin for her or she’d enchant her little black cat, Cinda, to wash the dishes after dinner. Cinda deeply resented this and would often not sit with Halldora in the rocking chair by the fire for days after, so it was an enchantment Halldora rarely used.
Halldora and Cinda lived a simple life and for the most part they were happy. As the years wore on however, Halldora became lonely. She found herself having long, animated conversations with Cinda, who only ever replied with a short “miaow” or long trill, both of which meant she was hungry. Halldora would wake up in the middle of the night clutching a butternut squash or large zucchini to her chest, like the vegetable was a newborn baby. She desperately wanted a child.
At first she tried ignored her devastating loneliness by keeping busy. She expanded her garden, her wonderful, ancient garden. She added a second row of raspberry canes and planted more potatoes. She even wrote to the famous botanist, Rowan Cy, for some new herbs to grow. She started knitting her wool and selling scarves, mittens and shawls in the village.
Once, after allowing her mind to wander while knitting, Halldora accidentally knit a small pair of blue wool booties, the perfect size for a newborn babe. Shortly after, she stopped going to the market to sell her knitwear, it was too painful to see the mothers with their small children stop at her stall. She needed a baby.
That’s all you get for now! If you’d like to read more about the botanist, Rowan Cy, you can read my flash fiction piece The Master Botanist, published with an interview of me on the NEAT blog. And in case you were wondering, this fluffball, Emma, is my inspiration for Cinda.