How are you this chilly, cloudy, rainy morning? Of course it might not be cloudy and rainy where you live. Funny, isn't it, to think that those who read this blog post are all most likely experiencing different weather from everyone else.
Life feels crazy busy. Juggling has never been something I've been very good at. Are you good at juggling? I taught writing class yesterday. Camp is still going on and means I have more work to do with that, oh, and to make it even better, our internet has been really slow or almost not working several times. Helpful, don't you think? (Notice the sarcastic voice.) My sis and I are providing child care tomorrow for a ladies fellowship at church. There are 13 kids and a baby signed up.
I've been writing. I finished and sent off "Lessons from Liberty" (my 4th of July story), so that's done! Yay! Now I'm back to "Phil Wood." It was slow going until I realized I was afraid of the story. Afraid I was going to mess something up again and have to rearrange or cut out parts because it didn't fit. So I was trying to make sure every idea was thought through to the end before I wrote it. Ha! For a planner that might be a good thing, but for someone who writes best without planning, it was a terrible idea. I ended up erasing all my carefully planned thoughts and just writing. And it's going so much easier and smoother now!
I can't believe this month is half way over! I want to slow it down, but I'm still looking for the pause button. Has anyone found it yet?
I hope you enjoy the next part of this Kelsey story.
Zoe’s shout made Kelsey pause in the middle of the stream and look back at the bridge. Some boy was standing beside Zoe, but she wasn’t sure who it was.
“Don’t worry, I’m just going to get a few of the ones with more red in them, then I’ll be done.” She chose to ignore the presence of the stranger though she couldn’t help wondering who he was. “If it’s someone from school, the news will be all over by tomorrow that I was seen walking barefooted in the stream picking weeds. But these are not weeds. Humph! Why do I care what they think of me?”
When she couldn’t hold another flower in her hand, she carefully walked back up stream and then paused glancing at both banks. Which would be easier to climb up?
“Here, I’ll give you a hand up,” a masculine voice said, and the young man left the bridge and stood on the bank of the stream with his hand out.
It would have been rude to refuse, and Kelsey hated to be rude. In a few minutes, therefore, she was standing on the road again while Zoe exclaimed over the beauty of the flowers.
“Oh, excuse me, Kels,” Zoe said after a moment, “let me introduce you to my brother, Wally. Wally, this is Kelsey.”
“Hi,” Wally greeted her cordially. “I’ve seen you at school but have never been introduced. It’s nice to finally get to meet you.”
“Hi.” Kelsey nodded and focused her attention on rearranging the flowers so that the ones with red were more mixed with the others. Having grown up with a house full of girls, she wasn’t sure what to say around boys. Except for her sister’s friend; he felt like one of the family.
“Say, do you girls want a lift home? Aunt Olive told me where to find you and said you’d been out a while.”
“We’d ruin your car, Wally,” Zoe laughed. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we are rather wet.”
“You can stand on the running boards on either side. I’d drive slowly. It would be faster than you could walk. And easier on your feet.” He glanced significantly at Zoe’s bare feet. “Come on,” he coaxed.
Linking her arm in Kelsey’s Zoe replied, “What do you have up your sleeve, Wallace?”
“A piece of Aunt Olive’s lemon cake,” admitted Wally with a grin. “She promised me one if I’d bring you two back.”
Kelsey, having finished arranging her flowers, looked at Zoe and raised her eyebrows. It really didn’t matter to her what they did. She wouldn’t mind a lift, though she had never ridden on the running board of a car before.
It only took Zoe a moment to give in, provided that Kelsey would come with them. Not feeling the need to refuse, Kelsey nodded and was soon laughing with delight as the gentle rain pelted her face and the wind tossed her wet curls.
The ride was brief and when they had reached the house, Kelsey gathered her flowers which had been laid on an old shirt on the seat, and thanked Wally shyly.
“Come along, girls,” he said, motioning them forward. “I believe Aunt Olive would rather see you dripping water in her kitchen then in the hallway.”
Aunt Olive’s greeting was cordial and she handed each girl a towel, telling Zoe she’d probably find clean, dry clothes in the guest room. “Come down when you’re dry,” she told them.
Kelsey held out her flowers. “These are for you, Miss Olive. I thought they matched your kitchen.”
“Coreopsis! Kelsey, did Zoe tell you these are my favorite flowers?”
“I didn’t know they were, Aunt Olive,” Zoe turned around at the door to say.
“They are. Wally, would you get that vase.” She opened an upper cabinet and pointed. “I think there are enough flowers to fill it.” She was right, and soon the vase with its bright nodding flowers stood on the table. “These take me back a long time ago,” she mused half aloud. Her hand reached up and she clutched something inside her dress. “I–” With a quick shake of her head, she turned to the girls. “Go on. Get out of those wet clothes and then come back. I’ll have some lemon cake waiting for you.”
Kelsey soon found herself dry and in borrowed clothes. The dress was a perfect fit and Zoe nodded approvingly.
“Candace and I have spent so many nights here at Aunt Olive’s that we’ve taken to leaving some of our clothes so we don’t have to pack every time. That dress fits your slender figure much better than it ever did me. Are you ready to go down?”
Giving another look in the mirror, Kelsey shrugged. “My hair looks terrible, but it always does after it gets wet unless I spend a long time fixing it properly.”
“Nonsense! You look fine!” remonstrated Zoe. “I love your curls. They fit you. Now let’s go down before Wally eats all the cake. What do you suppose the other girls have done in our absence?”
Kelsey had completely forgotten about the other girls. Perhaps it had been rude to run off and leave them even if they had offered the others a chance to go with them. Candace would be sure to make some remark about her hair or her borrowed dress. For the first time since she had arrived, Kelsey wished it was time to leave and she could set off for home. But Zoe didn’t give her time to think any longer, for she linked arms with her in the friendly fashion she had, and together they descended the stairs.