6 February 2013
The crock of gold
Once upon a time, a long time ago, or it could have been the day
before yesterday, a woman looked out from her front step and
wondered,"Shall I dig for it now?" She checked with the moon
and watched the weather and decided it was time.
done and the
turn of the
said than done,
She carefully teased the soil from the roots and left them in the
sun to cure. The next day she sat by the pipe in the yard with a
scrubbing brush and a bucket of water and washed and scrubbed
and washed and scrubbed and washed and scrubbed some more.
By lunchtime all her golden nuggets were clean and shining.
With an aching back and a painful posterior, ('is how you sit on
the bucket' her lovely husband told her later) she settled
down on the floor upstairs in the little house, with a sharp knife and
a silver bowl, and began to chip, (just like Miss UG had taught her)
and chip and chip and chip and chip and chip and chip and chip.
Finally, her work
was done. She
put everything to
dry in the sun
next to the
Naturally, despite scrubbing and soaping
she was left with the Midas touch and went to bed to dream of
To be continued...................