Crumpets and Buttercups

By tpname and bluesprinkles on February 14, 2004

Forever, buttercups will be growing amongst Clytemnestra's virgin flowerbed. "Man alive," states Clytemnestra. Fragrant flowers frolic around huckleberry leaves in the warm sunshine of mid winter.

"How do you do?" remarks the cobbler. "How is your shoe?" Sometimes he comes around just to give Clytemnestra some boots or stilettos.

Today, he brings crumpets and jam and cheese, so they sit and have a cute picnic in the flowerbed. Sun shines as the cobbler and his friend whisper to the little faeries among blades of grass.

Tomorrow, sunrise will bring a purplish glow to the yellow buttercups, and Clytemnestra will dance.