Knitting Party

Bring beads, sparkly & fluffy soft yarns of different bright Christmas colors, tissue paper, thick knitting needles, ribbons, tags, blank cards, and glittery pens for writing Holiday greetings.

Stop by for tea and cookies, one afternoon, after school and knit a gift for the holidays like a nice fluffy scarf.

Bring extra sparkles and pom pom for fun decorations.

Once upon a vegetable patch

One sunny day in August, when no clouds were found in the sky, a family of five mice moved into my vegetable patch. I often left pop corn and cereal crumbs outside my window for the birds; giving the mice plenty to eat.

At first, the two larger mice showed up and took little crumbs one by one. Occasionally, I saw them running fast across the yard with their dinner bits in hand.

Several days passed. My vegetable patch began to grow and the tomatoes ripened under the sun. One bright afternoon, I happily stepped outside to pick a basket of tomatoes for a tossed summer salad.

Uh oh!!!

The tomatoes were eaten off the vines by tiny sharp teeth. I knew instantly who to blame. Our uninvited family of five; the parents and their three little kids!

In the meantime, the family feasted happily on the juiciest tomatoes there ever was. The papa mouse told his kids, he had never tasted anything that good in his entire life. He was right. The little mice were thrilled to sink their teeth into the red plump flesh of something that sweet. Those round delicate fruits were undoubtedly marvelous.

Shortly after the raid on my tomatoes, I set up a mouse trap with sweet mini cookies in it. I placed the trap next to the vegetable patch and walked away. That night, I caught one large mouse. I gently carried him away to a nearby field and let him go. The next evening, another big mouse stepped inside the trap. I managed to take her to the same spot in the field as well.

Several days later, the three little mice were caught. They were admittedly adorable. After I let them go, I sighed with a sense of well being, since none of them was hurt and my harvest was safe at last.

Many days passed and my vegetables ended up ripening under the rays of sun. What a joyful sight and how I loved picking my own home grown food by hand.

Out in the field, the party of five found each other, sighed with relief that no one was hurt, they excitedly set out to find a new home for themselves.

While my family enjoyed many tomato tarts and tossed salads for the rest of summer, the papa mouse's family was as free as can be.

The End