Not so silent that echo down Silent Valley Lane, a sweet and sour serenade, a soft song to tag along, a tree line trail with quaint tale to tell... that not so silent echo down Silent Valley Lane...
Neath thatched cottage roof eyebrow eave, two calico kitty cat pets grace window stoop, wink out latticed panes over perch filled lily pad pond, where pines a whisper breathe fresh breeze breath, a heaven scent, a sans lament, rolling along with that not so silent echo... down Silent Valley Lane...
On tree spotted hill wee cottage sings, 'I wannabe a bungalow.' Sings desire from heart of family room where two etched in henna intertwined roses grace knotty pine wall. But oops, oh my, oh no, and aw-shucks, beneath those intertwined wall flower roses, sit a non-intertwined couple on a once upon a time loveseat.
"Theodore, we are not selling our home!" Tess yodeled echo through hills and down Silent Valley Lane.
"But..." Ted would have pled.
"No!" Arms folded tight to bosom, Tess with full pink lips askew more than puffed at stray fair hair strand.
"You might just listen..."
"No!" Size seven and a half leather moccasin sole punctuated hard wood floor.
"But the offers are mega-licious and frequent, Tess." Ted ran exasperated fingers through grey shock of dark brown hair.
"Because why, Ted? Why are people tossing money at us? Why?"
"Location plays part."
"That is correct, goof head, rolling foot hills, mountains in the backdrop, spring fed pond, cottage picturesque, and a paved Silent Valley Lane below, all are precious part of this place called home." Tess rubbed crick in neck.
"Yes, but we need more space." Ted massaged Tess freckled nape.
"Yes," Tess sighed, as tension in neck faded way.
"Yes?" Ted knew Tess yes often carried heavy laden amendments, perilous clauses, mandatory capitulation, and it all better be sealed with husband's approving and sincere smile.
"Yes, we need more space," Tess matter-of-facted.
Ted answered Tess echo down Silent Valley Lane with well practiced smile. A smile sparked to near snicker by internal pun, "When Moe Mentum is wed to Amanda Tory, married life demands quick adaptation."
"Yep, for my home based realty business more room is a must. Plus my resident writer hubby has creative needs for alternating quiet solitude and music loud enough to wake the dead."
"So the prettiest realtorette in Silent Valley finds us the perfect move?"
"How bout stunningly cute, vivacious realtor and bordering on genius amateur architect creates calico kitty cat pet friendly plans for expansion."
"I thought about that very alternative, but drew a blank on how to preserve the quaintness of the cottage and country setting." Ted voiced concern. Yet he gathered hope, for as annoying as Tess's know-it-all notions sometimes were, she proved usually right. "And how true," he silently mused, "how true the rose be petal and thorn, lest it be thornless, and so be helpless."
And lo, so low descended the sun, till night blanketed evening shadows. And there in the inner light of the cottage called home, neath rain in bath shower, be the Ted. A Ted having a bit more than a spot a trouble reaching mid shoulders with soap. But then, so tenderly then, he felt lithe hands caress with suds a bless, and husband and wife under shower rain washed away the grit of one feisty day.
Just a tad in time later, a giggling two dropped towels to floor, fell in bed, pulled up the covers, kissed and snuggled too. And Tess soft breath blew prayer past Ted ear and into the ear of heaven, "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for blessing my Teddy and I with each other. Thank you for providing our precious home and growing businesses. Please guide us as to how we can accommodate that growth with the space needed. Thank you especially for Jesus. In Jesus name we ask, we pray." They kiss, they snuggle, they sleep, they dream... the Good Shepherd watches over...
More than a dream, a month or two passed. Ted had his writer needs simply blessed. He kept his familiar bedroom desk. Tess bought him a high-tech set of headphones for his alternating need of solitude and loud music. And Ted fulfilled a visionary gift given to the heart of Tess: a nest with familiar view.
So that wannabe-a-bungalow wee country cottage grew; the forgotten attic converted into a realty office comfy and bright. Bright by the light of two newly added dormer windows. Windows, where calico kitty cat pets wink out thatch browed panes overlooking perch filled lily pad pond. Windows to pines a whisper breathing fresh breeze breath, a heaven scent, a sans lament, a snuggles and sighs sweet serenade, a soft song to tag along, a tree line trail with quaint tale to tell... that not so silent echo down Silent Valley Lane... not so silent echo... down Silent Valley Lane...
Galatians 3:26... Ye are children of God by faith in Christ Jesus...
John Chapter 10 verses 1 thru 30... "The Good Shepherd"
Psalm 150 verse 6... Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD....
