Hearts, flowers, candy and yes, the enormous cash-flow that have
merchants blinking dollar signs. It’s here again—Valentine’s Day!
Have you noticed some of said-merchants are reaching out to the
singles population this year? As though buying the Singles Sundae special, or
the Longing Lattes or long-stems, will help assure membership in the ranks of
the Loved and Lavished. Somewhat pitiful, but hey… whatever will increase the
bottom line. It’s a clever marketing ploy, I’ll give ‘em that.
Now in MouseHouse Village, they know nothing about this originally
pagan festival, Lupercalia, nor its accompanying celebration of fertility (mice
really don’t worry about such things!) Nor do they care that Pope Gelasius
recast the pagan tradition as a Christian feast day sometime around 496, and proclaimed
it St. Valentines Day. Nope. It’s all meaningless to them.
Now love on the other hand. That’s a different story. Sir Fivel, love
hearts. As you know if you’ve been following the story line, he’s known for his
heart-shaped etchings on furniture he designs, especially those made for his
lady-love, Fivelina. They grace many little cradles and carriage beds he’s
designed for the Village babies as well. So he knows about hearts, both the
wooden ones and the one he has for his true love.
And flowers. It’s a commonality in the Fivel Home to see a wild-flower bouquet on the table, or tucked on the bureau next to their bed, complements of said romantic gentlemen most any time of year. Quite frequently, I’ve seen him trudging up Downspout Staircase, work satchel in one hand, and a pretty bouquet clutched in the other, held behind his back until she opens the door. He smiles mischievously, then bashfully holds it out to her. The delight on her face is a given, every time, and the kind of devotion they hold for each other, well, that is a joy to behold.
And flowers. It’s a commonality in the Fivel Home to see a wild-flower bouquet on the table, or tucked on the bureau next to their bed, complements of said romantic gentlemen most any time of year. Quite frequently, I’ve seen him trudging up Downspout Staircase, work satchel in one hand, and a pretty bouquet clutched in the other, held behind his back until she opens the door. He smiles mischievously, then bashfully holds it out to her. The delight on her face is a given, every time, and the kind of devotion they hold for each other, well, that is a joy to behold.
Candy. Well, there aren’t any heart-shaped cardboard boxes full of
chemicals-shaped-like-chocolates at MouseHouse Village, but delicacies abound.
Dew-kissed wild-berries, the choicest, plumpest acorn ever, or a piece of
sun-dried sunflower ripe with fat black seeds, tucked into a grass-made basket
with a little sprig of mint and a bow… now that’s a box of mouse-lady candy,
let me tell you! And these gifts aren’t once-a-year occasions either. No, they
are ongoing tokens of love and appreciation.
Yup. It’s a fact. We could all learn something from God’s humbler
creatures.
No comments:
Post a Comment