Monday, December 17, 2012

Persimmon story

I really enjoy making up stories on the spot for the girls when something prompts it.

For instance, a neighbor recently shared some persimmons. While the girls were in the bath, I sliced one in half through the middle and found a beautiful sun at the center.


This led to a story: 

It was nearly winter, and a little girl wandered through her family’s bare, brown garden, thinking about and missing all the fruits of summer, now long gone. She closed her eyes and rememberedstrawberries, blueberries, raspberries. Even the apples had fallen by now. She felt cold beneath the dark clouds, the garden already asleep for the winter. How she wished for just a tiny bit of sun!

Then the girl came to a funny little tree. Its leaves had fallen and its branches were bare, but it was covered in fruitsorange, round fruits as festive and beautiful as decorations on a Christmas tree. She snapped off one of the fruits and brought it inside her home, where she sat holding it a good long time, just looking it over and savoring how shiny and lovely it was. Finally she started to cut into the fruit. When she pierced it with her knife, a blinding beam of light poured out from it, a light so bright that the girl had to cover her eyes. After she managed to cut the fruit in half, she saw where the light was coming from. This fruit carried the sun inside it! She tasted it, and it was like tasting the sweetness of summer. It filled her with warmth and sunlight, and from that day forward it was the girl’s favorite fruit: persimmon.



"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."Albert Camus

2 comments:

jenn merfee-t said...

Your beautiful impromptu story has literally warmed my heart. My daughter says, "Thank you for the story!" You're inspiring us to create our own home-spun stories.

mindy mindy said...

Thanks, J and H. I'd love to hear yours, too. xoxo