Hilda's story...

Hilda's story...
It had been a long time since I last saw Hilda.
Almost blind now, I found her in the garden of the old Hares home. 

As always, she was full of giggles and lead me over to a favourite bench by the lavender bed.

“you know I love summertime” she said as we sipped our tea and snacked on gingersnaps.
“The scent of lavender reminds me of my old farm in the country but you know what my favourite smell is?”
I could probably throw out a hundred guesses but would never have imagined what she told me…”fresh snow on a cold morning!” 

“But I wouldn’t think snow had a smell” says I.
“Oh but it does my dear!, it’s the smell of pine and chimney smoke and…well…just COLD!”

Her face was alight, her eyes, though cloudy, looked a bit more clear as she spoke...
“Those were my most favourite times when I would take out my old wooden sleigh to the top of a little hill in a valley where the trees were full of Thrushes and Jays. There’s nothing like the feel of leaving the first footprints in the snow and being the only one to rush down that hill on a crisp and quiet morning!”

And there, beside that summer bed of lavender, with the bees buzzing all around, I closed my eyes and almost felt a chill…a thrill…and blessed to be part of Hilda’s snow day.

'Hilda's Snow Day'

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