conductor’s stick. “Hmmmm,” she held the hum for a few seconds to get them geared up.
I stood silently with my hands clasped in front of me to watch the show.
“Laaaaleeeee.” A happy tune came from Eloise’s mouth. Her brows lifted, her cheeks drew in and her fingers slowly swayed over the singing nettles.
“Laaaaaleeee,” the nettles repeated in harmony.
“Leeeeelaaaaalooooo,” Eloise’s sweet voice filled the vacant space and the singing nettles chimed in. Each growing a tad bit more as they continued with the harmony. “Leeeelooooleeeelaaaa,” the entire group harmonized while Eloise’s pointer fingers swayed to the music. Her eyes were closed and her head swept side-to-side in a fluid motion.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, letting the sounds of the nettles and the aromas of the herb garden fill my insides. It was like a cleansing to my spiritual soul.
Magic boiled inside my veins as little shocks of lightning jumped inside me, making me blissfully happy, fully alive, and leaving my heart singing with delight.
Marrying Oscar had to be top on my list. Deep in my intuition, I knew this was the right place to be and this was my top priority, not some big national store and stress free lotion.
“This is a double-day leaf.” Eloise lifted a long, thick leaf up in the air. It hummed out in delight. “I’ve been trying to come up with something for baby Orin. Goodness gracious, Petunia won’t give that baby a pacifier. If she keeps feeding him, he’s going to be as big as a house.”
“So this is a singing pacifier?” I asked and studied it.
“It sure is.” She brought it back down and looked at it. She smiled. “Petunia is going to love it because it’s natural and not bad for baby Orin like she thinks sucking on plastic is. And when you and Oscar have babies, I’ll be ready.”
“Don’t fall for it,” a husky voice broke the sweet melody floating through the air. “She just wants to make sure that everyone gets what is coming to them with this union.” Aunt Helena’s icy eyes flashed a gentle yet firm warning my way.
“Oh get off your high horse and let these two finally be together like it’s written in the spiritual stars.” Eloise’s emerald eye pierced the space between the two dueling aunts.
“I was afraid this was going to happen,” Aunt Helena swept across the garden as though she were floating on air. “That is why I brought a mediator.”
“Gus?” I questioned when Gus had teletransported near the drowsy moon flowers.
He picked one up and held it up to his nose before he stuck it in his mouth and ate it.
“Mmmmm,” he licked his lips. “Very delicious Eloise.”
“Oh, Gus.” Eloise crossed over the rows of herbs and took Gus into her arms. “Helena, you can’t possibly think this child could be an observer of such a union.”
“Union?” I laughed thinking these two were ridiculous. “Oscar and I are simply getting married. That’s all.”
Rowlll! Mr. Prince Charming curled up on the tips of his claws and howled up to the sky.
“Have you all gone mad?” I plunged on carelessly, “Oscar and I are just two people getting married. Two people in love. Childhood friends that found happiness.”
“June, dear.” Eloise flew to my side.
“My June dear.” Aunt Helena nearly knocked Eloise over trying to get closer to me. “Your mother and father,” she started.
“And Oscar’s mother and father. . .” Eloise gulped.
“Had our marriage arranged.” Oscar stood underneath the pergola with the last bit of the day’s sun glowing like a flashlight around him.
His gaze traveled over my face and searched my eyes as if I knew something.
Then it hit me.
Oscar had known all along that we were bound by a prearranged marriage and not destined to fall in love as I had thought.
“Why do you think she hasn’t answered either of you when you tell her to plan a date?” Aunt Helena turned toward me. A spark flew from her eyes.
I stood silently with my hands clasped in front of me to watch the show.
“Laaaaleeeee.” A happy tune came from Eloise’s mouth. Her brows lifted, her cheeks drew in and her fingers slowly swayed over the singing nettles.
“Laaaaaleeee,” the nettles repeated in harmony.
“Leeeeelaaaaalooooo,” Eloise’s sweet voice filled the vacant space and the singing nettles chimed in. Each growing a tad bit more as they continued with the harmony. “Leeeelooooleeeelaaaa,” the entire group harmonized while Eloise’s pointer fingers swayed to the music. Her eyes were closed and her head swept side-to-side in a fluid motion.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, letting the sounds of the nettles and the aromas of the herb garden fill my insides. It was like a cleansing to my spiritual soul.
Magic boiled inside my veins as little shocks of lightning jumped inside me, making me blissfully happy, fully alive, and leaving my heart singing with delight.
Marrying Oscar had to be top on my list. Deep in my intuition, I knew this was the right place to be and this was my top priority, not some big national store and stress free lotion.
“This is a double-day leaf.” Eloise lifted a long, thick leaf up in the air. It hummed out in delight. “I’ve been trying to come up with something for baby Orin. Goodness gracious, Petunia won’t give that baby a pacifier. If she keeps feeding him, he’s going to be as big as a house.”
“So this is a singing pacifier?” I asked and studied it.
“It sure is.” She brought it back down and looked at it. She smiled. “Petunia is going to love it because it’s natural and not bad for baby Orin like she thinks sucking on plastic is. And when you and Oscar have babies, I’ll be ready.”
“Don’t fall for it,” a husky voice broke the sweet melody floating through the air. “She just wants to make sure that everyone gets what is coming to them with this union.” Aunt Helena’s icy eyes flashed a gentle yet firm warning my way.
“Oh get off your high horse and let these two finally be together like it’s written in the spiritual stars.” Eloise’s emerald eye pierced the space between the two dueling aunts.
“I was afraid this was going to happen,” Aunt Helena swept across the garden as though she were floating on air. “That is why I brought a mediator.”
“Gus?” I questioned when Gus had teletransported near the drowsy moon flowers.
He picked one up and held it up to his nose before he stuck it in his mouth and ate it.
“Mmmmm,” he licked his lips. “Very delicious Eloise.”
“Oh, Gus.” Eloise crossed over the rows of herbs and took Gus into her arms. “Helena, you can’t possibly think this child could be an observer of such a union.”
“Union?” I laughed thinking these two were ridiculous. “Oscar and I are simply getting married. That’s all.”
Rowlll! Mr. Prince Charming curled up on the tips of his claws and howled up to the sky.
“Have you all gone mad?” I plunged on carelessly, “Oscar and I are just two people getting married. Two people in love. Childhood friends that found happiness.”
“June, dear.” Eloise flew to my side.
“My June dear.” Aunt Helena nearly knocked Eloise over trying to get closer to me. “Your mother and father,” she started.
“And Oscar’s mother and father. . .” Eloise gulped.
“Had our marriage arranged.” Oscar stood underneath the pergola with the last bit of the day’s sun glowing like a flashlight around him.
His gaze traveled over my face and searched my eyes as if I knew something.
Then it hit me.
Oscar had known all along that we were bound by a prearranged marriage and not destined to fall in love as I had thought.
“Why do you think she hasn’t answered either of you when you tell her to plan a date?” Aunt Helena turned toward me. A spark flew from her eyes.
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