Preparing for Spring: Golden Needles & Silk
First installment of this series.
By K.G. (MoodilyLit)
As Flora walks through the door, I make room for her in my comfy love seat by the window.
She smiles at me and sits down, putting her satchel between us.
My eyes sparkle in delight as I start to wonder what marvelous things she’s brought home this time.
She’s a vision, true beauty embodied in fine silks and colorful satins, small clear crystals threaded in her onyx hair shine bright, not unlike stars in the blackest and purest of nights.
Her delicate hand reached into her satchel, her golden treasure trunk, and brought out hundreds of small pieces of soft fabric, each one a different color, each one a different scent.
She hands some of them over to me and reaches again within her satchel, this time pulling out two golden needles, handing one to me and keeping one for her.
She the looks expectantly at me and I give her a complacent smile, as I reach out to the small spider that has been knitting it-s web on my window ledge. With a few whispered notes, the delicate spider in my hand starts crawling around my palm, leaving a long trail of silk, so thin yet so strong.
After a while, I deem it enough and whispering grateful notes to my small friend, I lay her back I n her web. I untangle the silk and hand half of it to my friend.
After thread our golden needles, we set to our task, Spring and I, whilst singing a joyful duet.
Cheerful carnations, beautiful daffodils, pretty petunias and multicolored wild flowers we cut and twist and make and sow, into the dark night, with only our songs and ourselves for company, as we prepare for the dawn of a new spring to come.
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