Welcome, to the Land of the Laurels. Part One.
Our Dearest Readers,
If you need a decent (not a great, but a decent..) and happy and joyful bedtime story, we’ve got one for ya’ right here.
Actually, we not only have a bedtime story for this week, but this blog is Part One of a two part series. So, no worries! We’ve got you covered for next week, too.
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Land of the Laurels
Once Upon A Time…
…There lived a young lass and lad who lived in the County of Perry. The lass was Shelby, daughter of Lady Creative Carolyn and Lord Jerry Rigging Jeffrey. The lad was William, son of Lady Heartful Heather and Lord Bill the Builder.
The two love birds were happily married, and dwelled with the Lady Creative Carolyn and Lord Jerry Rigging Jeffrey as they began their life together. While living with the lass Shelby’s parents was wonderful, and they had a rather happily harmonious relationship, the young lad and lass craved for a home of their own.
They began their quest by looking through the great archives of Zillow.com. Their attempts proved to be futile. Hence, they began to travel near and far through the winding roads of the County of Perry. They peered up mountains, and trudged by streams. They scoured the land for a piece of forest they could claim as their own. Some roads were unheard of…and never before seen. Some…proved to be incredibly treacherous.
The most treacherous one of them all, was the drive leading to Paradise. The grooves ran so deep, the lad and lass could’ve sworn that grumbling trolls were responsible for such devastation. They dared not even take their faithful steed, Sir Chevy Colorado, up such a road. The poor thing would have broken an axle. Leaving their steed safely behind, the young lad and lass trekked up the drive upon their own two feet.
As they climbed, the crumbling and cracking road took them higher and deeper into a seemingly untouched forest. Small, humble abodes were rarely found, hidden amongst the dense trees. A wandering creek led them onward. The higher they climbed, the more apparent became the delicate white and pink flowers~ Mountain Laurel. Like fairy skirts, they were bright and light, and clung to the massive green bushes which spread upon the forest floor.
Looking at Laurels…in the Fall
November Laurels. Obviously no fairy skirts on these guys.
Reaching the top of this strange mountain, the lass and lad came upon a crossroads…two signs were nailed to a tree. Go right, and one would traverse further up into the mountain. Go left, and they would descend into the unknown hollow bellow. No matter which way they turned, the young couple knew they were trapped. Never before had they been so enthralled with a place…it was admittedly slightly eerie. But the unknown and quiet and immensity of the forest held an adventure. They could feel it. The woods had enchanted them.
Descending back down the desolate drive which had led them to Paradise, the young lad and lass laughed and chatted and admired this newfound love. As they bound their way over the craters and rivets in the path, they paused again to inspect the Mountain Laurel. The white and pink dotted greenery were absolutely everywhere.
“That’s it!” they exclaimed excitedly to one another… “We have found the Land of the Laurels!”
And so, the homestead of their dreams would forever be christened.
Just a lass, a lad, and a t-shirt on a stick.
To Be Continued…
the lass Shelby and the lad William
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© 2020 Sustaining Tree