Miss C as most of you know is Celi or Cecilia is a petite, tiny enough thing so you’d think the wind would knock her over, never mind those animals, who lives an exciting life on the prairies creating a self sustaining life in the most remarkable way.
We find her every morning at The Kitchen’s Garden and she always gets there first because while we mere mortals languish in our beds soaking up several hours sleep, this wee lady and already done a day’s work.
She paints the drama and comedy of her life daily and much like the readers of Charles Dickens’ Pickwick Papers series in the eighteen hundreds, we wait, breath held, fingers crossed, for news. We cheer successes, lament losses all the while persevering and all the while giving thanks for every moment of life; the Good, the Bad… well you know what I mean.
News of what you may ask? Is there sustaining dramatic entertainment anywhere in this world to keep folk interested in events, in lives?
You betcha! And if Miss C’s stories sold even for a penny as Dickens’ did one hundred and fifty years ago she would no doubt have great monetary wealth, for once you find her it is pretty hard to let her go.
But this drama, this suspense can hardly be tolerated, and it began on July 1st, just a few short days ago. The link above will take you to the start of this tale for I am overcome at the very thought of each step along the way to even try to relate to you the surprise, the angst, the trepidation, the hopes for welcome resolution.
The last word I had yesterday was from FB in which it seemed successful resolution had once more escaped. Where or where are you Miss C?
It isn’t just me and The Cast, and 1280 others, …okay wait …maybe it is just us, but probably many more who need to know:
DID YOU MAKE THAT PLANE? Our hearts and minds are in a suspension until we know!!