The sun splashed warmth onto her cheek and she raised her head in wonder. It’s been overcast for days. The rain spitting intermittently through heavy banks of fog. She has been so intent on her needle work, her thread meandering upon the canvas in search of hue-filled flower beds, that she had missed the change in weather altogether.
Her lips lifted and she put the sewing down. However jolly, the pattern was no substitute for the real tapestry that unfurled under bright light outside.
She made haste. There was no way to know how long the patches of blue sky will stay unclothed by clouds.
In the stables, Sally hoofed the earthen floor and shook her head to echo her mistress’s excitement.
“I know,” Mauve tightened the saddle on the mare. “We both of us cannot wait to take a respite ride. The paths await. The sun’s still there!”
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
This is so lovely… Have you been watching Bridgerton or something British/historical? 😉
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Nope, but I kinda go that way sometimes in my writings in general … Some of my friends swear I’ve been Irish/Celtic/Scottish in previous lives. … Me thinks they ain’t wrong. … 😉
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I tease. This definitely oils have taken place one hundred years or so ago. 😊
A lovely read.
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😀 Yep, and I suspect it’s possible that my soul was there in some form 100 years ago … but hopefully not as the scary mama! 😉
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Of course you could not possibly be the scary mama!
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Whew! 😀
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Hah! 😘
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😀
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Love it. By the time I’d read half of this I was smiling, brimming on laughing. It’s wonderful 🙂
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woohoo! So glad you liked it! That photo was just brimming with this, wasn’t it?! 🙂
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It’s a beautiful photo; it’s a beautful place
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🙂 I bet!
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🙂
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