For The Love of Aunt Rose 7

For The Love of Aunt Rose 7

Margaret and her sister Maxine tried to include Aunt Rose in their conversations but Aunt Rose was more comfortable walking in the woods. Peter accompanied Aunt Rose almost every time. He did not have enough interest in what the two sisters were reminiscing about. Aunt Rose liked walking with Peter because he was quiet and enjoyed nature as she did.

When they arrived back at Maxine's Rose wrote a short piece about the cabin they had seen. She felt it had an odd almost luring effect on the cabin.

She and Peter were thinking of coming back tomorrow to look into the windows once Maxine gave them the go ahead. After all, they knew nothing about it. The cabin looked old but as though it was cared for.

Maxine opened one of the jars of Kumquat Jam Aunt Rose gifted her with and placed it on the tea table. She also had crackers, biscuits and tiny bread triangles along with tea, milk and cream.

There were two guests at the table for tea. Gillian Collins and her son Nolan had come for tea. Nolan was about ten years of age. He had a time trying not to squirm around. Aunt Rose liked him immediately. He had an infectious smile and inquisitive eyes. The two of them had a nice time talking about the cabin in the woods.

“My Grandfather said it's a mystery cabin. I'm not allowed to go there unless with an adult or I'll become pixelated!”

Aunt Rose smiled when that word came from a ten year old's sentence. Unusual word for a ten year old she thought. She liked the boy immediately.

Gillian's eyebrows raised and she said Nolan spends too much time with his Grandfather.

Both Peter and Aunt Rose came to Nolan's rescue stating they wanted to explore the outside of that cabin tomorrow if it was OK with the owner.

Gillian told them the owner did not live up in Idyllwild any more but her father was the overseer of the property.

“I'm sure Dad will show the cabin to you tomorrow. Also eyeing her son Nolan, I'm sure Nolan would love to go with you tomorrow.” Peter and Aunt Rose said yes if her father did not mind they had tomorrow and the next day available.

Nolan excused himself and was on the phone calling Grandfather to set the date. He came back all smiles saying tomorrow Grandfather was free at eight am.

The tea went well and Nolan filled them in on what to wear and expect.

“Grandfather said to wear sensible shoes and bring water. I will bring a basket of fruit and little snacks for us plus a thank you for the Pixies allowing us to look inside the cabin.

The Pixies like it when Grandfather and I leave them peanuts. Grandfather has a key. You must promise to not steal anything. I told him you were Maxine's friends from Pasadena and you were kind people and would never take something that was not yours.” laughed Nolan.

The Cabin in the Woods

Today I have an interruption almost

Every time anyone walks past me

No wonder writers take off for

"the" cabin in the woods

Always in the woods to get away.

Possibly if not interruptions then a

Writers block problem with being in

"the" cabin in the woods

I'd be out there soaking in the goings on

With the birds busily flying around

Tweeting chirping, calling each other at

"the" cabin in the woods

The chipmunks and squirrels scurrying

Around hunting for seeds, dry berries

Fallen from the bushes around or near

"the" cabin in the woods

I would also look at the tall grasses

Many colors of the rainbow, twigs

Gnarled vines curling in many shapes by

"the" cabin in the woods

What beautiful wreaths I would like

To create, taking back to my home

A good memory wreath of time near

"the" cabin in the woods

Of cabin time spent up there

With only little pleasant distractions

No wonder writers take off for

"the" cabin in the woods

If not interruptions a writer's

Block problem within house

In the woods you dream of

"the" cabin in the woods

In the woods to be out there quietly

Soaking in the goings on with the birds

Chipmunks or squirrels scurrying by

"the" cabin in the woods

I would rather a good memory wreath

Of cabin time I had spent up there with

Little pleasant distractions within

"the" cabin in the woods

©Julia A Knaake