Welcome back to Atonement, TN!
I hope everyone has had a wonder-filled week. I’m delighted that you’re spending a moment from the holiday weekend here.
Sometimes I get a few posts prepared ahead of time (and that’s nice for me). However, that hasn’t been the case for awhile. Anyway, just as I was wondering what I could possibly do for this weekend’s post, I got a lovely holiday wish from the very talented Inese. So I went to her beautiful photography blog looking for inspiration. I found so many things to trigger my imagination that I couldn’t decide.
Then I remembered something about a joke Hugh had made about a sleigh ride in Atonement, and I had replied with a James Bond-like idea-joke. Well, one of Inese’s photos had a sleigh in it… But we don’t have to worry about how Mr. Bond likes his martinis. I don’t think it will play out like that. At least not this time.
If you’ll recall, I’m using these blog “features” to give you bits of lore, back-stories, and even secrets that might never appear in one of the novels. Inese’s sleigh photo inspired one such edition of “Annie’s Inventory Notes.” I hope you enjoy it. Also, here’s a link to the magical moment Inese captured with her camera.
Annie’s Inventory Notes — the Sleigh
Tiny white holiday lights reflected in the windows of Annie’s Antiques and Consignment Shop. Annie absently watched the lights. The twinkling reminded her of ice crystals, despite the unnaturally warm December. With thoughts of ice and snow she glanced toward the sleigh. It was another of the “secret” items on her ancient inventory list.
The sleigh was hidden in plain sight. She used it as a large display stand for various antiques. At that moment the sleigh held two bedside lamps and a collection of quilts. All the quilts were sewn over generations in Atonement, Tennessee.
Annie walked to the sleigh and caressed wood smoothed by centuries. Her tale of the sleigh was a favorite bedtime story of her sons when they were small.
She told them of how it could glide over hill and dale with magical speed. Once the sleigh had been pulled by a team of magnificent matched horses. The shaggy white hair at their feet and their flowing white manes glowed in the night with the enchantment of the sleigh.
The sleigh could go places no other vehicle could reach. Any where. Any when.
When Annie told her boys the stories they always begged for more. Sometimes she gave them tales of amazing places where the sleigh had taken her and their aunt Adelle. Her sons giggled and gasped at the stories of their mother and her sister. There was one thing Annie did not tell her sons. The tales were true.
Now that I’ve given you a wintry tidbit, I hope you’re in the mood for a lovely hot drink. My search of WordPress led me to this treat at blog called “Milliemirepoix,” so check out the intriguing recipes at this site.
Hot Milk, Honey & Nutmeg
I hope you’ve enjoyed your visit to Atonement, TN. Leave a comment to say hello. I’ll look forward to seeing you again next time.