Snowed In

Dismal. Utterly, utterly dismal. That was Mrs Barton’s thoughts on the weather that had her hunkered down in her good friend Mrs Davis’ house. The snow had started light, with tiny flecks dancing down from the sky. Larger flakes followed, settling heavily on the ground. The snow storm that blew in though had it caking up by the doors and laying heavy on the windowsills of the cottage.

Inside wouldn’t be that bad though. The stove had a hefty basket nearby full of wood to fuel it. Mrs Davis’ kitchen was still warm and rich with luscious smells from baking little treats for the Woman’s Institute (and she always made extra.) Her old cast-iron kettle was perched atop of the stove, with a bone china teapot sat on the oak coffee table ready to be filled, a tea ball full of her best brew sitting inside ready to steep.

When the power went off, the gas lantern and paraffin lamps went on, and the pair settled down on the sofa with a cup of tea in one hand, rich cake in the other, and the warmth of the fire to bask in as they waffled on about the good old days, when the snow would come up much higher and be even colder.

Author’s Note: Today’s 3 Word Wednesday words were: Dismal, Luscious and Waffle.

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11 thoughts on “Snowed In

    • Where I grew up there were many little cottages like this with old ladies in, often seen venturing out to the post office, the bus stop or the reading rooms for a cup of tea, a book and a natter with friends.

    • A cup of tea can make the difference between a bad and a good day, no matter the weather. To quote Gladstone:

      “If you are cold, tea will warm you; if you are too heated, it will cool you; if you are depressed, it will cheer you; if you are excited, it will calm you.”

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