Snowflakes Under Glass Part III
Posted by Martha; woods photographed by Martha Young Mcquilkin from Pippin's Patio '10 · Feb 26, 2015
The temperature fell rapidly. Blue sky had turned a menacing grey.
"Spring was in the air this morning. But, now it's getting colder and windier by the minute!" Annabelle exclaimed.
"The last snowstorm of the year is brewing," stated Gillian.
"Time to be up and away in my flying machine. We have room for everyone. Let's not waste a minute more," warned the Sweet Pea Whimble.
"Don't forget the micro-scope-a-tope, Jacob," insisted Wendell.
"Never, brother. I've tucked it into my largest vest pocket," Jacob replied.
When the group clambered aboard the Thimballoon, all was dusted with snow. The storm intensified as they headed toward Annabelle's cottage. Swirling, gusting winds buffeted the craft this way and that. Each traveler gripped the basket railing tightly.
"I may be sick," Wendell announced.
"Me too," added Jacob.
"Hang in there, you two," responded the mouse. "I know you're not used to flying, but Annie B. is a most skilled ballooner. She's keeping a true, steady course through this forest. Think about the cozy fire all aglow in her wee livingroom. You'll be there ever so soon!"
"I bet our stomachs will feel much better after some hot chocolate. Do you have some marshmallows on hand?"
You betcha. Big mugs for all," Annabelle declared. "We're almost there. Hold onto that micro-scope-a-tope, Jacob! This could be a rough landing!"
(to be continued from The Hillside to The Woodlands)