An Impromptu Picnic

It was a glorious Winters morning, and Miss Emily wanted to go out to look at the frost and enjoy the weather that was so different from earlier this week. She changed, although I was a bit sceptical about those bare legs and strange knees. “Miss Emily, your legs will get cold”.

“No they won’t, besides, I will be  wearing my woolly hat and scarf to keep me warm.” she insisted.

“Don’t complain when they do.” I reminded her. 

And so off we went down the cycle path to where the brook bubbled away.

“Ooh look, a brook!” she said excitedly. “Can we get closer?”

It was possible to get closer, although I was a bit worried that she would decide to nose dive into the mud. “Be careful Miss Emily, it is muddy and slippery.”

She climbed down the stairs, waving at me nonchalantly. 

and then she tried to hide behind the tree. 

“Miss Emily, where were you?” I asked.

“I was disguised, I used advance camouflage techniques to blend in with my surroundings.”

“A likely story. I bet you were hiding behind a tree or something.”

We walked a big further till we reached the small wooden bridge that crossed one of the small streams.

“Just think, 100 years ago my ancestors may have been crossing this rickety bridge while they hunted for elephants and polar bears”

“Miss Emily, I hate to tell you but there are no elephants or polar bears within 100 miles of here.”

“See, that is how successful they were.”

I could not argue with that logic so changed the subject instead. “Come along Miss Emily, let us go have a look at the field, the frost is still showing”.

We crossed into the field. 

“Wow, this is so awesome!” she exclaimed, “the sun is out but there is frost about!”

“I have a surprise for you Miss Emily, I brought along your piece of hessian, and some coffee and a packet of biccies and an apple. You can have a quick picnic while I take some photographs.”

“Ok, I like picnics, and apples, and biccies.. although I am not so sure about coffee”.

“Don’t go too far” she said looking somewhat concerned. “Don’t forget me and go home.”

“I am close by Miss Emily. Don’t worry. You can enjoy your biccies and coffee in peace.” 

And then it was time to leave. “Come along Miss Emily, let us go home. Where is your woolly hat?”

“Um… er… I dunno? No wait, there it is!”

“Pick it up and let’s go miss frozen legs.”

Her woolly hat at a jaunty angle, Miss Emily and I headed off home. There were things to do and the list of chores was not getting any shorter. “Well Miss Emily, what did you think of the frost?”

“It was cool… almost cold, definitely chilly. My legs are kind of numb and I think my strange knees are frozen.”

“I told you that your legs would be cold.”

She walked behind the fence and peered at me through the slats, “It is a good cold though, the sort that makes you feel awake and makes you want to just stand and admire the view.”

“That is true, and of course while standing there you can ask yourself the big question.”

“The big question? what is the question?”

“It is about your woolly hat. You have lost it again.”

“No I didn’t, it is er…. um… I dunno?”

And then we went home.

DRW © 2016-2018. Created 04/12/2016. Moved to musings 24/08/2018

Phew, it is windy today!

Miss Emily had not been out and about since her last foray to look at the frost.  Now she leaned out of the window watching the field and hoping that somebody would bring their dog along and throw a ball for it. Miss Emily was bored!

Her hair was awry from the strong wind and she was pestering me to take her out again but there were no real good photographic opportunities left. 

“That’s no excuse”, she said “I want to see the trees and stuff.”

“You mean you want to mess around in the mud and lose your woolly hat?”

“Not quite. I have a new snazzy hat that needs losing instead.”

“The wind will blow that the same way as your hair.”

“I have a bad case of irritable hair syndrome from not going outside” she said, making excuses for her unruly mop. 

I could see that Miss Emily was really frustrated because she was wearing her pouty face, although that is her normal look even when she is in a good mood.  The weather had not been great seeing as it is winter, but when the sun does pop out for a squizz the light is perfect. We had had a slight dusting of snow overnight and so I decided to take Miss Emily along just to keep the peace. 

“What the heck; Miss Emily, grab your goodies, let’s go.”

Once outside we discovered that the wind was indeed blowing like mad. 

“Miss Emily, you sit on the fence awhile and I will check what the mud forecast is.”

“Okey dokey,” she said, settling herself on the wooden fence. 

“Phew, it is windy” she said, “I may just blow away”.

“I agree, it is not the sort of weather to be outside in.”

The bare trees were swaying in the wind, not too long ago they had had leaves on them, now they were like giant skeletons watching over the field

Using my monopod she prodded at the ground. “It is kind of squishy here, I would not want to get mud on my clothes”

“Neither would I, be careful how you stand though, if you take a dive into the squish I will remind you forever!”

“Nope, not today thanks.”

If anything Miss Emily was a splash of colour in the drabness of winter, she was well prepared with her binoculars, my monopod, her woolly scarf and her snazzy new hat while Shaun the Sheep was keeping her company.

“Lets go sit by the window for awhile, we can catch some rays.”

“Rays? this isn’t the 70’s Miss Emily, this is the 17’s”

“It is a pity that the snow is all gone though, I am sure you would have enjoyed it.”

“I would have because I have never seen snow since I was made.”

“That’s okay, I haven’t exactly seen a lot of it myself.”

“What’s it like?”

“It is beautiful Miss Emily, it makes everything soft and smooth, and it deadens the sound.”

“It sounds like fun. Will you take me outside if it snows?”

“Of course I will, assuming I am at home of course. “

“It’s a deal! Let’s go inside, I think the wind is blowing in my one ear and out the other side. Besides, I am playing poker with Dawn and I have to win my matchsticks back.”

“You are playing poker with Dawn? oh blimey, didn’t Caitlyn warn you to never play poker with her?”

“Nope, but I am really in the pooh now. I may have to hock my new hat.”

“How many matchsticks do you owe her?”

“Eleventy million and 34 I think. I lost count after 22.”

“Dawn has so many aces up her sleeve you will never win against her.”

“You mean she cheated?”

“She bends the rules occasionally. You must also watch your biscuits, she tends to gamble with them too.”

“Oh pooh. thanks for telling me, next time she has 7 aces again I am going to complain!”

“Aah well Miss Emily, at least it is only matchsticks that you owe her.”

“Well I had no more pocket money or biscuits left.”

“Miss Emily, no more gambling for you! Stick to translating from now on!”

“Yessir, do you happen to have Eleventy million and 34 matchsticks for me? I need to pay her back. She has a chainsaw and I like to have all my limbs in place.”

“We will make a plan. Come, let’s go inside.”

And we did.

Alas poor Miss Emily is not going to be playing cards for a long time, and Dawn has had a few choice words whispered in her ear too. No more gambling!

DRW © 2017-2019. Created 13/01/2017

Return to the Park

Miss Emily had been hinting that it was time to go to the park again because she needed to have some exercise after her long winter hibernation. “Miss Emily, dolls do not hibernate” 

“Well I did, Winter was soooooo long and boring I would have fallen asleep if I had sleep eyes” she retorted.

So I relented and the two of us traipsed up the hill to the local park. actually I did the traipsing, Miss Emily just kind of hung on. Unfortunately there were kids in the park which made taking pics awkward, so I was not to get all of the pics I wanted.

The first thing she tried out was called “The Collider” and frankly I have no idea what it was supposed to do. Miss Emily however knew what to do and she twiddled the big yellow wheel, causing the balls inside to  tumble. 

“This is the kids version of the Large Hardon Collider“, she said knowingly, “I can create sub-atomic particles with this. now if only I knew what sub-atomic particles are!” she admitted.

Next on her list was the roundabout,  she really wanted to go whizzing around at breakneck speed but a munchkin kept on sidling closer out of curiosity and I wanted to avoid having her in my viewfinder.

“Gee, this doesn’t go very fast” she said, “how am I supposed to go flying off at this speed?”

She then tried a strange metal contraption…. it bounces and turns and looks very uncomfortable.

“Oh I like this goodie, we need one at home.” 

“No we don’t!”

“Spoilsport! I am going to pout on the jungle gym thingey!”

“Miss Emily, you are doing it wrong!”

“I am? I was just checking.”

“Miss Emily, your hair is a mess. Where is your hat?” Miss Emily had a knack of loosing her hat, and never knowing where it was.

“I dunno, I could not find it, I think it ran away with the dish and the spoon.”

“That is what you said last time. You look tired Miss Pouty Face, let’s go home.”

“I am, I am. all this activity makes my tummy wobbly.”

and so we headed off for home where we will try to find her hat. 

DRW © 2017-2018. Created 22/04/2017, moved to musings 24/08/2018