Post by Xx.Blackness.xX on Sept 12, 2012 16:42:02 GMT -5
Here stands a comfortable fine cottage. It's warm and cozy, and of a very nice spacious size. Ivy climbs the sides, and rose bushes are dotted along the white picket fence. The warm glow of a fireplace shines through the windows, as the rose-pink flower-printed drapes are tied back. A pie may sit on one flowerbox ledge of a window, steaming warm and delicious in the bright sun to cool down.
There are many flowers here. Neat, tidy little flowerbeds, with tulips and geraniums and chrysanthemums and violets and lilys and daisys, and all sorts of other pretty flowers. A gardening hoe and a pair of dusty, lovingly worn flowerprint pink and green old gloves lie on a stone bench peacefully.
It is clear by the trim soft green lawn, and neatly kept flowerbeds, that this is a place for one who loves to garden, and spends much of her time amongst the flowers and sun.
An old woman lives here. A kindly lady, with curly white hair, not long, rosy cheeks, and bright warm blue eyes. She is often found smiling and humming as she goes about her chores.
She smears a bit of red stuff on her smiling lips, and laugh lines decorate her aged face.
5 kittens are periodically seen scampering through the garden, weaving through the flowers and stalking the sparrows at the bird bath. They leap and tumble through the bath, making the woman laugh and scratch their heads affectionately. One would sit in the brim of her sun hat, decorated in flowers and to block the sun asshe gardens. The kit would pear over the side at the work the woman did below, then hop down and run after the other kittens.
It is clear that they are happy and well-cared for, and want for nothing, as the woman gives them bowls of cream and little treats all the time.
The sound of laughter and mewing, the smell of pie and the fragrance of flowers, is what carries through the clean white picket fence.
And in it lives 5 kittens, and a sweet, wise old woman, who once knew a lovely small black cat...
There are many flowers here. Neat, tidy little flowerbeds, with tulips and geraniums and chrysanthemums and violets and lilys and daisys, and all sorts of other pretty flowers. A gardening hoe and a pair of dusty, lovingly worn flowerprint pink and green old gloves lie on a stone bench peacefully.
It is clear by the trim soft green lawn, and neatly kept flowerbeds, that this is a place for one who loves to garden, and spends much of her time amongst the flowers and sun.
An old woman lives here. A kindly lady, with curly white hair, not long, rosy cheeks, and bright warm blue eyes. She is often found smiling and humming as she goes about her chores.
She smears a bit of red stuff on her smiling lips, and laugh lines decorate her aged face.
5 kittens are periodically seen scampering through the garden, weaving through the flowers and stalking the sparrows at the bird bath. They leap and tumble through the bath, making the woman laugh and scratch their heads affectionately. One would sit in the brim of her sun hat, decorated in flowers and to block the sun asshe gardens. The kit would pear over the side at the work the woman did below, then hop down and run after the other kittens.
It is clear that they are happy and well-cared for, and want for nothing, as the woman gives them bowls of cream and little treats all the time.
The sound of laughter and mewing, the smell of pie and the fragrance of flowers, is what carries through the clean white picket fence.
And in it lives 5 kittens, and a sweet, wise old woman, who once knew a lovely small black cat...