As I start my day I go though my head what it is that I need to do. I look over what it is I have within my home. I am content. I feel as if she is more content now that my home, my kitchen has what it needs within it. She worries about the feeding of the people she cares for so her worry was my own worry.
Wednesday I am going to cook something in her honor. I think I am going to bake bread. That always makes her happy. Might even try something different. A different kind of bread. I think I will let her choose. It will make her happy.
Today is a cleaning day before class. Than it is a run around get stuff done before class. So I think I will write her a quick something.
Hearth and Home
The fire crackles within the huge stone fireplace. The flames dance as a small blond woman checks the stew she is brewing. It is the larger pot than she usually uses. Loki had asked her to make more than normal for his other two sons and daughter and his second wife where showing up today. He wanted them to meet. Sigyn checked the bread in the oven build in the wall next to the fireplace. She smiles the bread looks like it is almost there.
She looks around her home. It looks beautiful and lived in. It is clean but does not look as if dirt is unwelcome within her home. She has two sons and a husband dirt is always trailing about in her home. She still had not figured out how they trailed dirt around the way they did. It was a great puzzle for she did not trail dirt why did they?
She started on the pies she wanted to cook next. The pie was a berry pie; blueberry, strawberry, raspberry. She smiled at it as she finished off the crust trapping the almost overflowing berries within the pie itself. She placed it to cook next to the bread that was almost done.
She once again checked the table. She had it set for who was coming plus a few plates. Loki’s family would sometimes come by unannounced during dinner and Sigyn wanted them to feel welcome and wanted and not like intruders. She felt a tugging on her skirt.
“They should be here soon.” She smiled down at the little red curly haired girl in her care. Her hair was wild and untamable no matter what her and Sigyn’s tried to get it to behave. “Maybe a braid?” The little girl nodded. Sigyn followed the little girl over to the chair and footstool. She sat in the chair and the girl sat on the foot stool. The two wrestled with the girl child’s hair. She got it to braid with much fussing and trying. The little girl stood and hugged her. They looked at each other and smiled.
“My hair gives me just as much trouble.” She smiled at her foster child. “My hair is just as curly.”
They both giggle and than sit for there really was noting to do until the guests arrived.
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