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An Artist from Windfallow

09/29/2010 Posted by mindsinger

Below is an excerpt from the fourth book of the Windfallow Chronicles, Carnivore. Cousins, David and Cory, are the guests of an artist named Krill and his children, Jade and Pax. They have been watching their host as he builds a table and decorates the top.

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As David and Cory ate lunch, they became aware of the furniture in the house. The subtle blend of wood and stone had been so natural their eyes had been fooled into thinking the furniture was an extension of the outdoors. Now a chair was noticed for its form, a table for the pattern so delicately inlaid upon it. That afternoon they were to see how this was done by a master craftsman. First, Krill mixed the three containers of marble with a clear liquid that produced a heavy, malleable mix. He poured the mixture onto various portions of the tabletop filling it almost to the top of the rim. “This marbling will remain soft long enough to fill in the design,” he told the boys as he worked.

“What is that rim around the inside made of?” asked David.

“That is a non-heat conducting metal,” explained Krill.  “You’ll see why it is necessary later.” When he had the swirls of color to his liking, he placed the silver wire on top and tapped it gently with a small mallet. When it was even with the top of the marble he took tweezers and began picking up petals and leaves placing them along the wire and tapping them in place. Soon the design in the picture was duplicated on the tabletop.

“But how do you make it smooth?” asked Cory.

“Like this.” Krill picked up what appeared to be a lump of pale amber. He gave it to Cory. Cory’s hand sagged beneath the weight of the object. “That’s gold, Cory. We need to take it outside where Sare has the furnace heated.”

Krill’s wife, Sare, was tending an apparatus that David thought looked like a kind of barbeque grill. However, it was made of crystal and had a series of pipes fitted with more crystals. After Krill put the gold in the center of the furnace, he stepped back and Sare realigned the pipes and crystals to direct sunlight onto it. “Here,” she produced four pairs of glasses the lenses of which were black, opaque crystal.

Jade and Pax put theirs on immediately and the earthlings followed suit. At first they could see nothing. Then, a brilliant light began to grow in the general direction of the furnace. Soon the light was so bright that it lit the whole area where they were standing. David could see Sare and Krill were also wearing glasses and the light was coming from the lump of gold sitting in the center of the furnace. Krill had two pairs of tongs in heavily gloved hands and he motioned for Pax to bring something over to him. Pax set the new table beside his father and David and Cory watched in awe as the artist picked up the blazing gold with both tongs and began to manipulate it. Slowly the lump became flattened like a pizza and, as Krill kept turning it, it became more and more transparent.

When it was the right size, he lowered it to the tabletop in one smooth motion. The epoxy holding the marble, gems and silver together kept the design from shifting and the gold settled onto it like a layer of transparent glass. Krill was tapping the gold layer with wooden mallets, smoothing and finishing the surface. “Come away now, children and let it cool.”

Cory realized he’d been holding his breath while Krill worked the white hot metal and now he began to breathe again and knew as he saw the smiles of delight on the faces of those around him that they, too, were overcome with joy. Suddenly he remembered a passage from the Bible. “And the streets were of pure gold like transparent glass…” He looked at David. “We’re seeing it!” he whispered to his cousin. “We’re really seeing it!”

From Carnivore by Donna Swanson c.

NEW BLOGS

09/29/2010 Posted by mindsinger

Dear friends,

There are three new blogs under the Mindsinger banner that might interest you.  One I put up a few weeks ago and it describes the books I currently have online.  It is called Books by Mindsinger.  The second was put up last week and is called Aechoes from the Heartland.  This was intended as a magazine, but I wasn’t able to work out the cyber details so decided to just make it a blog.  The third is a page for children and is named Granny Tales.  Here you will find stories, poems and games for children.  All three blogs keep the same high standards as Mindsinger and are family friendly.  To find them just click on their names in the links list to the right.

I hope you will enjoy these latest offerings.  Your comments keep me writing!  I promise not to let the Mindsinger page lapse while working on the others.

Have a great day and enjoy this wonderful fall weather!

NO PETS?

09/28/2010 Posted by mindsinger

Did you hear the news that some state is trying to pass a law that makes it illegal to buy a pet from a pet store?  Sounds like the animal activists are at it again.  They are probably related to whoever put this ad in a San Francisco newspaper.  “All you hunters out there who kill animals, why don’t you put your guns away and get your meat from the supermarket where it’s made?”  (Paraphrased due to bad memory cells!)

We never bought a pet from the pet store anyway.  Our pets usually came from one of two places: either they came to our back door, demanded to be fed and would not leave, or a friend gave us one.  One of the best dogs we ever had was a come-to-the-door brand.  We called him Smokey because he was black with a thick coat and so short he looked like a little bear cub.  He came while we were building on to this house and he would sit in the unfinished new part and watch me fixing lunch for the workers.  He never barked; just sat there with an I-know-you-are-going-to-feed-me look in his eye.  As soon as I headed for the back door, he spun around, raced down the slanted boards that served as steps and was there to meet me with tail wagging and tongue lolling out from  the effort.

John’s favorite dog we got as a pup from a friend and gave to Mac for his birthday one year.  It was a Heinz variety, but mostly collie.  He loved Mac but also took under his wing Mac’s daddy.  When Mac passed away he became John’s outdoor buddy and even rode in the back of the pickup.  He knew exactly where that pickup was going at specific times of the day and if he was missed he’d take off for Carbondale where he knew his buddy was drinking coffee.  When he got too old to jump into the pickup, John would back up to a rise in the yard so he could “jump in”.

The girl’s favorite had to be a purebred collie pup one of the kids gave John when he was driving the school bus.  Laddie grew up with the girls and was part playmate, part protector.  When Melanie, at two and a half, decided to walk over the lane and pet the pony, Laddie circled around her until she fell down, then sat on her, all the time looking at the house as though to say, “Come and get this kid!”  Another time, Melyssa took John’s lunch to him in the field but missed him and came out on the gravel road.  When I realized she wasn’t with John I took off in the car to find her.  There she was, spitting mad, because Laddie would not let her walk on the gravel but kept her safely in the ditch!

Laddie only had three legs.  One back leg was lost in an accident when he was a puppy.  Of course, this made relieving himself quite simple.  One day we were visiting my sister, Jackie.  As we walked down the lane with her and her little Skye terrier, the dog raised its leg to a bush.  Mac grabbed my hand and pointed to the dog, “Look, Mom, Aunt Jackie’s dog pees out its foot!”

At the moment we only have some cats.  One cat began hanging around and John fed it.  Then he started buying cat food.  The cat got bigger.  “I think she’s gonna have kittens,” he said one day.  She had five.  Four survived and John bought more cat food.  One of those had four more.  John bought more cat food.  Larry Weston told John he’d like to have some barn cats.  “Great!” says John, “I’ll catch you some.”  That was several weeks back.  We still have four of the cutest, wildest kittens you ever wanted to watch.

“They” can pass all the laws about pet shops they care to, but us country folk will still have pets.  We’ll still care for them like family and we’ll mourn them when they die.

They will become part of the family in a casual way; greeting us as we come outdoors and dependent upon us for their food and for affection.  (Well, not the cats.)

Have a great day!