A Fateful Meeting

The Lord and the Lady of Dragonwood were not always so. Once, they had been a young couple living on a hill in a country that experienced occasional flooding. They had a small daughter and dreams of building their own house. The perfect location, according to the future Lord, would have woods and a stream and a south-facing open spot. As they pursued their dream, the couple journeyed many miles. One day, they came to Dragonwood. At that time, Dragonwood had been parcelled into three lots, and one of them had been sold. Walking the wild land blessed the future Lady's heart. There was no stream, but the Lord-to-be found the layout quite enticing. However, the price of the land seemed too dear. They walked away from the opportunity. But Dragonwood stirred, and she found a way into their dreams.

Of course, you know the end of this story. Dragonwood was still waiting for us a year later. I had been working and adding to the family coffers, and my husband learned how to negotiate a good deal. We bought Dragonwood for a price we were willing to pay. Thus our stewardship of Dragonwood began.

Current Dispatch - Greyness

Grey settles over Dragonwood today. The leaves have coated the ground, leaving most of the trees bare and ominous. Your narrator feels the dullness of grey, the urge to leave for warmer climes, the desire to huddle in warmth and semi-consciousness. Not to mention fighting a wearisome cold. I shall continue the story of Dragonwood in future posts, but my writing also falls flat as well on a day like this.

Squirrelboy had discovered the joy of writing, and festoons all the scrap paper and cardboard boxes he can find with his "letters". Far be it from him to be conquered by such a day!

Once Upon a Time...

There languished a small bit of woodland in the middle of the cornfields. Once, it had been part of a wild marshy forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was home to deer, wolves, wild cats, hawks, owls, herons, ichneumons, tiger beetles, and mosquitoes. Some of these creatures still haunted the forest, but some had been killed off. Over time, Abraham Lincoln surveyed the land, and gypsies camped among the great trees. Lovers carved their initials into a beech tree. Many generations of men came to hunt game and harvest from the abundant sugar maples. As the years passed, the forest was logged, and trimmed back until it only covered a few acres. It became surlier as habitat disappeared and humans left their rubbish all over. Grumpy gnomes brooded in the stumps along the roadsides. The Pookahs perched in the trees, gleefully terrorizing anyone who dared to overnight in the forest. The pixies and Faeries misled wanderers with their barely-heard music. And the Dragon slumbered and dreamed of another world...