A Nyte's Tale

The tall grassy meadow waved soft in the wind, rippling as if it were waves on the ocean. This was her favorite place to escape from the never ending house chores. Here she could sink down into the earthy scent of wild flowers and sweet grass. Her small frame was easily hidden by the towering grass as she reclined back into the green yielding mass. With her hands behind her head she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Birds chirped happily nearby adding to her blissful contentment, while the tinkling brook tried to lull her to sleep. She resisted the urge to drift off with the soothing water that lapped against the rocks. Being a young housemaid, liberties like these were few but treasured moments. She smiled thinking ‘Oh, how wonderful would it be to be one of the wealthy privileged. I would surely do this every day if I could.’ She didn’t feel jealousy towards her employer or his friends. Actually just the opposite, she felt very lucky to have her position in his fine house, especial

I love clever quotes. Here is a gem of a quote from Dr. Seuss: "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." Dr. Seuss knew exactly how to say it - and it has nothing to do with green eggs and ham either. :)

Two plates and silverware sat on the small kitchen table, a glass of orange juice station by one and a cup of coffee by the other. Scrambled eggs and a slice of bacon were on the menu this morning, as a man gently helps his wife sit at the table for breakfast. “Can I have some orange juice?” The lady asked with a confusion look on her face. “Sure, momma.” He reaches out and moves the glass of juice to the other side of her plate. “Thank you.” She starts to reach out to pick up the glass, but hesitates and puts her arm back down at her side. “What are we eating?” “Bacon and eggs, your favorite.” He smiles at his own joke, knowing that even though she enjoyed bacon and eggs, they were the only things he knew how to cook. She looks at the plate. His smile fades as he watches her. “Is something wrong?” “Can I have some orange juice?” She asks. “Sure, momma.” He reaches out and moves the glass again. “Thank you.” She picks up her empty fork and brings it empty to her mouth. The man scoots h