April 19th, 2014
|10:11 am - Mint and Stonewoods|
This morning I am drinking iced tea -- a green tea/mint blend, which is perfect for a spring Saturday. (I also used a half-teaspoon of local honey to sweeten the pitcher.) When I opened the tea container, the scent of spearmint filled my kitchen.
I love that smell. My childhood memory is of unwrapping a stick of Doublemint gum in my grandmother's sunny kitchen: there was always a burst of scent and then the burst of sugar and mint when I popped the gum in my mouth. It's been years since I tasted that gum, which is now too sugary for me, but it's a happy memory.
And for reasons unknown, I started thinking about the Stonewoods. (For visitors and new readers, the Stonewoods are a magical couple I've been writing about for a few years, just in bits and pieces and fragments of story.) Anyway, as we would guess...
Morgan always goes a little mad in spring.
Alice watches him closely on these first green days. She never knows when he might catch up his cloak at sunrise and say “I’ll be back soon, my queen” even as he’s leaping into the grey-pink light. He – the most reliable of men at any other season – disappears for a day or so, and comes back at sunset with his hands full of first woodland blossoms, a spill of vines and whites and yellow over his fingers.
He comes back, laughing, with mud on his boots and magic on his lips.
She does know when he’s coming back. A few moments before the hedge-gate opens, the new leaves on the oak and ashes and the blossoms on his apple tree begin to whisper a merry greeting. She stops whatever she’s doing and goes outside to the stone front steps. She remembers his gifts of so many springs past.
She too is laughing when the hedge-gate opens.
And he’s there, a leaf or two caught in his grey hair, the scent of wild mint on him. “Alice,” he says, and he’s there, pulling her up and over and onto the freshening grass.
She lets his wildness in, as she’s done for so many springs. She lets him scatter his woodland green as their bed. She lets him tease under her clothes, lets him bare them both, lets him in.
A little madness is a glorious thing, she thinks, as he kisses her into the grass.
May you have delicious memories from today. :)
Ah, Stonewoods! For that magical moment, I'd send you a whole keg of mint tea! Love the romance of the flowers and the woods--and Morgan. And lovely to see them in a moment that's purely joyful.
I'm so glad this vignette with the Stonewoods made you happy, Mamculuna. :)
Thank you, L! Thanks for reading and enjoying.
Happy Saturday in spring! [hugs]
|Date:||April 19th, 2014 03:34 pm (UTC)|| |
I do love the Stonewoods! Thank you!
Thank YOU! Cheers and a good Saturday to you.
|Date:||April 19th, 2014 03:46 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you, L! Cheers and a good weekend. :) [hugs]
Thank you, F. Happy Sunday!
I was just thinking about Alice and Morgan the other day...what a lovely moment as our belated spring rushes into summer (wisteria in bloom, scent of apple blossoms heavy in the air, Japanese maples a riot of color).
::raises a flute of bubbly in honor of you and the Sonewoods::
(Edited for slippery punctuation.)
Edited at 2014-04-19 09:21 pm (UTC)
I love your spring-into-summer details! Enjoy, and happy Sunday, ALH!
Awww, I really enjoy the Stonewoods.
Thank you, T! Happy Easter Sunday! :)