A Winter Adventure at Grandparent's Farm

Spending the day at the farm.

After an afternoon dragging our sleds up the cow pasture hill and sliding down to shouts and whoops of excitement, we trudged our way home. The snow was deep and our mittens were encrusted with snow. We could hardly wait to get inside, strip out of our wet snow gear and wrap ourselves in blankets in front of the wood stove.

Gramzie would fix us big mugs of hot cocoa mounded with huge marshmallows.

The laughter would cascade through the kitchen as Grandpa told us funny stories of past Christmas's and adventures before any of us were born. As the younger ones nodded off, the older cousins would tuck them in on the bed in the front room making sure to prop the door open to let the heat reach the cold corners of the space.

Gramzie would hum Christmas carols as she bustled about to fix a meal for all of us. The kerosene lamp burned bright flickering the light around the room. We helped as best we could setting the table and getting the ingredients Gramzie needed out of the pantry.

The meal of leftover meat and freshly cooked potatoes and carrots was simple but delicious after all our activity up on the hill.

Outside the darkness closed us in. The snow edged the windows and the frost danced across the panes leaving intricate designs that glowed in the light from the lamp.

Once the kitchen table was cleared and the dishes washed up, the older cousins climbed into bed with the other snoozing children, Gramzie banked the fire to keep the embers going for as long as she could then she climbed into bed with Grandpa after turning the lamp down. Darkness settled around us all as we slept in clustered coziness.



Word Count = 295 words.



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Written for Daily Flash Fiction
Prompt for 12/12
Write a story that includes the words: sled, mittens, cocoa