Yarn Stories by the dyer’s daughter
Occasionally my daughter, Emily, is inspired by a yarn that I have dyed and she sends me a story about the yarn.
You can find these and future stories at: https://www.bayviewfiberarts.com/home/yarn-stories/
Buttercup at the Wharf
“They were only 5 years old, sweet and innocent on that fateful day.
He was fishing with his dad, and she was with her mom taking in the sights and smells as they walked along the weathered boards of the wharf.
He caught his first fish just as she and her mom reached the edge of the wharf. He was so excited watching his dad take the fish and examine it, saying it “This one’s a keeper. Good job buddy!” and high-fiving the boy.
Seeing the fish about to be put in their cooler the girl panicked. Running away from her mom she began shouting at the little boy and his father. “You’re going to throw that back, right?! You can’t kill him!” she screamed.
Her mother rushed to her side and began apologizing to the pair.
Seeing a small tear run down the little girls face the boy turned to his father and whispered to him. Nodding, the father opened the cooler as the boy took out the fish and presented it to the girl. “Look! We won’t kill the fish! Dad says we can put it back, want to help?”. Wiping away her tear the girl smiled, “Okay.”
Together they held the fish and let it gently slide off their hands and down into the water below. The little boy looked at the girl who had a small smile starting to grace her delicate face, and he took off running down the wharf.
He ran off the wharf and past the bait shop, disappearing for a moment only to return to the wharf a moment later with a handful of wild buttercups in his hand. “Here,” he says, handing the bright wild flowers to the girl. “My name is Bobby. What’s yours?”. Smelling the flowers the little girl looked up with a grin. “I’m Sophie! Want to go play?”.
The children gazed up at their parents for approval, and with a smile and a nod, off they ran to start a new adventure together. Their parents laughing with each other knowing that this was the beginning of a great story.”
“Crisp morning air flows through the bay, with a hint of seaweed on its breath. Seagulls circle the wharf, scavenging for scraps strewn from the fisherman’s latest catch.”
“A feature in so many memories, the sturdy old barn stands strong atop the emerald hill.
Inside, a solid wooden post stands etched with initials of lovers past, and the hayloft is awake with the soft purrs of generations of hidden kittens.”
A “Troubled Mermaid” lives in the Enchanted Swamp….
“Enchanted sapphire water ripples between the singing cattails. Fragile fairies flutter upon the emerald lily pads as the golden locks of the mermaid maidens glimmer below the surface.”
“Dahlias were his wife’s favorite. He would give her this intricate flower any chance he could because he loved the way it made her smile.
Over the years, through 6 children and 10 great grandchildren, the gesture never grew old. She smiled the same dazzling quiet smile every time he presented her with yet another gifted bloom.
It brings a somber smile to the elderly man as he kneels and places the bouquet of Dahlias at her grave.
The sun is fading in the distance as he whispers “I brought you Dahlias, my love. I wish I could see your smile”.