Adventures at Weathertop

Flowers for you...

Looking for a Four-leafed Clover...

Sophie sat out on the lawn for hours today looking for a four-leafed clover.

I know they exist because I've found three of them this summer.

Under the Lilacs...

The following excerpt is from Louisa May Alcott's Under the Lilacs. I will allow her words to set the scene...

The elm-tree avenue was all overgrown, the great gate was never unlocked, and the old house had been shut up for several years.

Yet voices were heard about the place, the lilacs nodded over the high wall as if they said, "We could tell fine secrets if we chose," and the mullein outside the gate made haste to reach the keyhole, that it might peep in and see what was going on. If it had suddenly grown up like a magic bean-stalk, and looked in on a certain June day, it would have seen a droll but pleasant sight, for somebody evidently was going to have a party.

From the gate to the porch went a wide walk, paved with smooth slabs of dark stone, and bordered with the tall bushes which met over head, making a green roof. All sorts of neglected flowers and wild weeds grew between their stems, covering the walls of this summer parlor with the prettiest tapestry. A board, propped on two blocks of wood, stood in the middle of the walk, covered with a little plaid shawl much the worse for wear, and on it a miniature tea-service was set forth with great elegance. To be sure, the tea-pot had lost its spout, the cream-jug its handle, the sugar bowl its cover, and the cups and plates were all more or less cracked or nicked; but polite persons would not take notice of these trifling deficiencies, and none but polite persons were invited to this party.

On either side of the porch was a seat, and here a somewhat remarkable sight would have been revealed to any inquisitive eye peering through the aforesaid keyhole. Upone the left-hand seat lay seven dolls, upon the right-hand seat lay six; and so varied were the expressions of their countenances, owing to fractures, dirt, age, and other afflictions, that one would very naturally have thought this a doll's hospital, and these the patients waiting for tea.

This, however, would have been a sad mistake; for if the wind had lifted the coverings laid over them, it would have disclosed the fact that all were in full dress, and merely reposing before the feast should begin...

...Presently voices were heard approaching, and through the arch which led to a side-path came two little girls, one carrying a small pitcher, the other proudly bearing a basket covered with a napkin. They looked like twins, but were not, for Bab was a year older than Betty, though only an inch taller. Both had on brown calico frocks, much the worse for a week's wear; but clean pink pinafores, in honor of the occasion, made up for that, as well as the gray stockings and thick boots. Both had round, rosy faces rather sunburnt, pug noses somewhat freckled, merry blue eyes, and braided tails of hair hanging down their backs like those of the dear little Kenwigses.

"Don't they look sweet?" cried Bab, gazing with maternal pride upon the left-hand row of dolls, who might appropriately have sung in chorus, "We are seven...."

 

 

"...The cake can be cooling while we fix the children. It does smell perfectly delicious." said Bab, lifting the napkin to hang over the basket, fondly regarding the little round loaf that lay inside...for several minutes both were absorbed in seating their dolls about the table; for some of the dear things were so limp they wouldn't sit up, and others so stiff they wouldn't sit down, and all sorts of seats had to be contrived to suit the pecularities of their spines. This arduous task accomplished, the fond mammas stepped back to enjoy the spectacle, which I assure you was an impressive one...

 

..."While the tea draws and the cake cools, let's sit down and rest; I'm so tired!" sighed Betty, dropping down on the door-step and stretching out the stout little legs which had been on the go all day; for Saturday had its tasks as well as its fun, and much business had preceded this unusual pleasure. Bab went and sat beside her, looking idly down the walk toward the gate, where a fine cobweb shone in the afternoon sun.

Though Under the Lilacs is not my favorite Louisa May Alcott book, I have always loved this scene. I got it in my head last fall that I wanted to set up a similar scene and have been planning this episode for almost a year. Although mine is not quite accurate, I hope I have captured the essence of it for your enjoyment. Though we have many dollies, we do not have quite the quantity that Bab and Betty seem to have, nor do they seem to be in quite the state of disrepair. Also, please note that Mrs. Witherwax would not allow her best tea set to be used in the shooting of this post, Sophie had to use the broken teaset, but we feel that it helped set the scene.

If you enjoyed this excerpt, which was slightly edited, please read the entire scene in the first chapter of Under the Lilacs, by Louisa May Alcott.

More Gardening...

 

This summer the Weathertops have spent a lot of time in the garden. There always seems to be something to harvest, weeds to be pulled or watering to be done.

Today Alice and Sophie picked some pretty wild flowers.

But even with all the work to be done, there is still time for some fun!