The Ivy House

I went outside today in the few brief moments that the rain stopped and took these photos in my garden. I just love that blue flower-does anyone know what it is? A stargazer maybe??

And it is so rare to see a double laced nasturtium.Love this one. I have red, yellow, peach, orange in my garden. Love this one with the peach edges though. I can see it in a future kit!
I thought a lot about the comments some left about my blogging. I should do it for ME, I should blog about whatever I makes me happy. I can't please everyone, so as long as I am being true to myself and making some happy in the process, I think that is all that should matter. So I am going to blog about the things I enjoy blogging about: my photography, my digital scrap booking and designing, my freebies, thoughts, art, whatever!

Today I thought to share a story I started writing --about 2 or 3 years ago! I always had this vision of writing a novel and selling it! I don't think that will ever happen. LOL! I LOVE writing though and write short stories for children which my kids love! I have had a few things here and there published. So I am going to share this story with you...in portions over the next how long....
It isn't finished...but I would love feedback on it...maybe you could as I go along, tell me how you think the story should go!! It is just for fun. If someone happens to stumble upon this blog and steal it and publish it themselves, well of course I would be very upset, but life is too short not to share what we want to share!! And I will put a copyright statement up first everytime I post.

Okay don't laugh...here goes...

The Ivy house by Bonnie van Esch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 South Africa License.

" The Ivy House" by Bronwen van Esch-Part one

The house was covered in ivy. It had, over the years, crept up the walls, slowly taking over- covering every visible inch of red brick. It was as if the owners had not even noticed when it had began, as, years later, the house looked like part of the surrounding forest. Almost camouflaged. I say almost, as the only areas the ivy had not covered were the windows and doors. They peeped out like eyes from under eyelashes.

It was really a beautiful sight. You would pull into the long oak-tree lined driveway and hear the car tires scrunching over the gravel. Sandy liked to roll down the window and hear the rustle of the leaves as the breeze swayed through the trees. To hear the twittering of the birds. Looking up, through the branches of the trees, trying to see the birds. Isn't it funny? You always hear them, but never see them.

Peeping through the trees you could see lawns. But not manicured. Not polished and pruned as if expecting a photographer to appear for one of those garden and home magazines at any minute. Little flowers littered the grass, pinks and mauves and whites.

But it was not the little flowers your eyes wandered to. Nor was it the rest of the garden, with its secrets and paths. Shrubs and flower borders. Ponds and water features. It was the house...

The house. It stood there, owning its ground. It had presence, character. Sandy stopped the car and sat with the engine running. Leaning forward and looking out through the windscreen. The baby, still sleeping, gave a big sigh and sucked furiously on her dummy. The little boy, too had fallen asleep and held up by his seat belt, his head lolled onto the car door. Red Crayon still in his hand. She turned off the engine and gazed back at her sleeping children. She smiled, her heart growing warm, seeing them, so small and innocent. So unaware of all this beauty around them at this moment.

She got out the car and stood with her eyes closed for a few seconds. Feeling the soft breeze like a brush of a hand across her face. Smelling the sweet aroma of roses. Hearing nothing but the birds and breeze in the trees. In the distance a lawn mower guzzled grass.

stay tuned for part two....