Only in Winter, there is a place Lady Penelope and I like to go where there’s no one else around but just us to tend to. The trees would be bare, their branches lined with thick snow as well as the ground above our feet. The sky would be a pale pink and orange as the sun slowly set over the horizon of blinding trees.
Lady Penelope and I would sit together in the snow under our favourite shady tree and share hot cocoa from Lady Penelope’s red and white flask and share warm chocolate muffins baked especially by Lil. We would talk together about the beautiful snow and how it decorates the world with love and chilliness - and a little frozen togetherness.
Once we have finished our meals, we’d settle under the tree and listen to the Winter wind howling softly in the silent air. Then later we’d slide down snowy hills on wooden planks we’d find near a log cabin where a woodcutter lived, and throw snowballs, while our laughter and squeals of joy filled the air. It was such a warm and thrilling feeling to be in our very own, special, wonderful place, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, where we could just be ourselves.
As the sun dips towards the hill and the sky goes dark, Lady Penelope would pack up all her things, place me onto her shoulders and carry me all the way back to the mansion, as I sleepily counted each and every star in the sky. There must be millions of stars left to count already. No wonder millions come out at night.
And when we arrived home we’d snuggle into bed, thinking of another fun day in our secret, snowy, hideaway.
Lady Penelope and I would sit together in the snow under our favourite shady tree and share hot cocoa from Lady Penelope’s red and white flask and share warm chocolate muffins baked especially by Lil. We would talk together about the beautiful snow and how it decorates the world with love and chilliness - and a little frozen togetherness.
Once we have finished our meals, we’d settle under the tree and listen to the Winter wind howling softly in the silent air. Then later we’d slide down snowy hills on wooden planks we’d find near a log cabin where a woodcutter lived, and throw snowballs, while our laughter and squeals of joy filled the air. It was such a warm and thrilling feeling to be in our very own, special, wonderful place, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, where we could just be ourselves.
As the sun dips towards the hill and the sky goes dark, Lady Penelope would pack up all her things, place me onto her shoulders and carry me all the way back to the mansion, as I sleepily counted each and every star in the sky. There must be millions of stars left to count already. No wonder millions come out at night.
And when we arrived home we’d snuggle into bed, thinking of another fun day in our secret, snowy, hideaway.
