Six Sentence Stories - Blanket

Is there anyone who doesn't need an extra blanket when winter descends in the northern parts of the hemisphere? Perhaps that is what Denise of Girlie On The Edge's Blog, and host of this blog hop, was thinking when she gave us the cue this week. I am looking forward to reading what others are linking to Six Sentence Stories - Blanket.

For your listening pleasure, click the link within my story below so you will have some background music to bring this story to life.

The blasting wind accompanying the rain showers made it difficult for them to decide which directional angle they should descend and caused the scene to resemble that of a celestial food mixer gone awry from the hands of the master chef.

There was no containing the components grabbed from wherever the torrents ran amok, to gather them long enough to spiral them into a uniformly shaped earthly container.

Instead, somewhat fading colorful leaves, whole as well as fragmented, along with the dead ones still hanging on, departed their homes whether they were ready or not, as did helicopter seed pods from maple trees, needles of fir trees, and mats of green moss ripped from decaying oak branches.

Squirrels, wherever they had taken refuge, no doubt, were just wanting the storm to abate so they could scrounge the lane where they were hearing the sound of acorns bouncing and then bury as many as possible so they could stuff their cheeks midwinter.

Had the scene been put to music, the velocity displayed in the playing of Elfentanz, Op. 39 by composer David Popper would have been miked at full volume from the skies.

When calm at last arrived, it seemed as if the ground below which once had been a blanket of green blades of grass now looked more like a carpet covered with colorful bits and pieces ready to be assembled into a natura crazy quilt.

Part of an old crazy quilt