California dreaming


Poppy by Liz West CC BY 2.0

She tapes up picture from calendar by the sink. Ice ferns spread delicate fronds across the window pane. Steam from sink blurs  patterns into condensing smudges. Plunging hands into stove heated water, she stops shivering for a moment. Washes up plate and mug. Knife.

Stokes stove before she bundles up to get more wood. Bitter wind takes her breath away; her eyes almost frozen shut. Don’t loose your way, she thinks, remembering stories of frozen bodies dug out in the spring.

Filling her arms with sticks and logs, she follows her footpath to back screen door slamming in the wind. With a kind of balletic grace she grabs the door, pushes in on the old wooden door with it’s squelching arthritic hinges while balancing her pile of wood. One stick clatters to floor.

Sitting as close to the stove as she can, she wraps her hands around another mug of tea. Mist rises from cup, enveloping her in a fragrant haze. She closes her eyes and imagines fields of poppies. Like her calendar picture. A sea of orange on which to sail. Sun warm on bare skin. “California dreaming on such a winter’s day.”

for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge # 97.

© taleweavering/phylor

The Mama & Papas: California Dreaming


6 thoughts on “California dreaming

  1. Lori Carlson February 3, 2016 / 3:46 pm

    Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
    Poetic prose – harsh winter dreams
    Comments are disabled. Please visit Phylor’s blog to leave a comment. Thanks!


  2. CPP January 29, 2016 / 6:32 pm

    thanks for sharing your response to the challenge Phylor :)

    you’ve done a wonderful job of capturing the essence of harsh winter – of being cold – I had just mistakenly typed “old” (fingers too slow) – but perhaps there is an element of this as well? But the dreaming – to dream and believe and hope … to remember something warmer … therein lies the spirit running free.

    Great job :)



    • taleweavering January 30, 2016 / 2:33 am

      This is a variation on stories dealing with old and cold, and dreaming.
      You’re right, to be able to dream of warmth in the cold means the heart still holds hope, and the spirit still has the will to more than survive.
      Thanks Pat for your always thoughtful and encouraging comments.

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      • CPP January 30, 2016 / 12:05 pm



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