whisperings 13

it was the last day for walks on the beach, for lazy sunny days and sailing on the lake. Everyone was out and about as i started packing up the summer studio. time to head back home to my tall trees and little stone cottage for the winter. One more year of school for my "little" man- though he is not so little anymore. (i lost that battle this summer when he came over to me, bent Down to kiss me on the nose and tell me 'don't worry momma, i'll take care of you when your old. your going to be too tiny to take care of yourself .") i didn't know whether to laugh, cry or kick him in the shins. it's going to be the fastest year of my life.  grrrrrrr. but i digress.  

 Stanley was taking one last walk around the Point, knowing that we were to head home tomorrow. With all of the wildflowers (due to the influx of honey bees this year) he wanted to try one last time to see if he could catch some butterflies. you see, he was determined to take them home with us and let them loose in the studio. he thought it would be pretty if we walked in there in the middle of winter and saw the lovely winged creatures that reminded us of this place that we love so much. *i know, i know- butterflies don't do very well in 20 degree weather with 3 feet of snow- bit there was just no convincing him* So he donned his favorite orange scarf and off he went on his pursuit of the butterflies, down long windy roads and across flower filled fields. after an hour or so, he started to get tired, so he sat down and took a break.

 bzzzzzz. bzzzzz. what is that buzzing- and where is it coming from?? Stanley looked around, but couldn't find anything that would be making that noise.  he looked to the left and he looked to the right. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

he even looked behind , just incase somone- or something was sneaking up on him... buzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. *well this isn't right*, he thought, and he looked back again.

but stanley didn't see a thing. BUzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. BuZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz.

it was definately coming from somewhere- and that somewhere was very close! Stanley started getting nervous as he counted all of the directions he had looked..... oh yes, he was getting nervous, because stanley had even looked down....

buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  poor stanley knew there was only one place left to look. so he took a deep breath, and he made a big "GULP" as he slowly.... slowly.... looked up.

buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. right. there. on his. head. right there on his head on his forehead. right there on his head on his forehead right between his eyes. was the biggest... the scariest.... the noisiest....*well, he's not trying to sting me*, stanley said to himself. *and, well it sort of sounds like he's trying to say something* buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. *well, maybe he isn't so scary after all- it kind of looks like he's smiling* and stanley laughed out loud as the fuzzy bee tickled his nose.

so there stanley sat, just him and the bee. they sat and they chatted of all kinds of things; of flowers, and windmills and sunshine and laughter. of honey and fairies and happily ever after.

>:0))))-

**Stanley and his bee will be listed in my shop this weekend. once we get home and unpacked- and i release all the stow-away butterflies. :o)