Miss C is writing so keep it down! Yes, that means you!
Be careful where you put your feet. My words are all over the place. I am gathering them up into something coherent today. 
This story was not that funny at the time but in retrospect, which is our only real perspective in life anyway, it is kind of funny. And yes, everyone survived. 
Now off you go about your busy-ness. I am enjoying having a day of writing this for you. 
And hush. Mama is writing. Go talk to each other in the comments lounge. I will be in on my break!
Did I tell you that my mother was an artist. She painted in oils with her pallet knife. And she had six children. So she bought a wooden play pen and put it in the lounge, then put herself and her easel into the playpen and worked in there. Safe from the madding crowd. Which also reminds me of something Daphne Du Maurier (did I spell that right?) said to her children when she was trying to work. I read all her books as a teenager. She had rented an enormous house by the sea for the summer and on the way out to the writing shed in the garden she called to her children – ” I don’t care what you do, but no goats in the beds! ”
Now.. sshh . walk past softly, close my door again.. you can pop in with a cup of tea now and then.. .. now go on .. hush.. I am writing.
celi
On this day last year.. a tiny glimpse in my kitchen. My kitchen is very small.
The Kitchen's Garden 
38 responses to “Hush.. tread softly.. lest you tread on my words”
The shot of the pigs and the chickens looks like a painting! My mom is and artist and was a painter, too. Tip toeing away now.
I checked out what you wrote last year and found the sweetest picture of TonTon and Mary’s Cat sleeping together.
I don’t know–there were always a lot of kids in our beds…heehee. Watch those chickens–they will scratch up new words.
Somedays I would say to my kids…..”you only get two “Mommy watch this” (es) today
so choose wisely !!! The things we do for no buzzing in our ears !!!
(more laughter!).. c
Those chickens will come home to roost later…don’t let them eat your words! (off to farmer’s market while everyone’s busy)
Thanks for the smile…I like the idea of putting yourself in the pen, rather than the kids…
I am tip-toeing Celi. I am skirting your words. Respectful of your silence. Quietly awaiting The Story. In days long past – those who could tell stories around the fire were held in great awe. Their job was to capture the memories and repeat them so they would never be lost. With the utmost reverence we await your stories. Virginia
Loved the post; look at the animals and i thought I love her people, but by people i surprised myself because i was thinking of the animals; you personnify them so well; i loved Daphne DuMaurier’s idea; i read her also at a young age; best to you! my heart drinks in your posts
Oh! I do love your stories. I’ll look forward to the post. Fabulous picture of the barnyard with all the animals about – fun perspective. 🙂
Oooh, what a sense of anticipation is building! My mother was an artist too, with 5 children. She too painted in oils (I can still smell them when I think of her), and then later in acrylics. The animals look content and the grass very green and healthy.
Daphne du Maurier came up reprinted in a double volume a year or so ago – had been thrilled by all of hers as a teenager, was not sure of the literary value, but bought . . . somehow, just somehow, noone saw me until I had finished about arriving ‘last night’ at Manderley . . . . . and the rest . . .
I’m more of a glass of wine type of gal, but I’ll put the kettle on for you!
Celi, where’s the thingie that goes on the watoosie under the watzit? Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting? It’s so hard to let someone just be alone and peaceful. And what are you doing responding to comments?? Huuuuh? 🙂
I love the second pic – it reminds me of a typical farmyard (in my eyes anyway) – chickens, cows, pigs, pea-hens all getting along together doing what they do, the obligatory barn and machinery around the place; the weather looks perfect and that’s what your photo is – perfect!
Just tiptoeing in quietly…
🙂 Mandy