Monday, May 11, 2009

Journal #3- Chapter 8-9 from the perspective of Miss Maudie

Like I was everyday I would get up out of my bed and get ready for another day in Maycomb, Alabama. Yet something was different about this day, it was snowing outside, it was our first snow since 1885. I have never really seen such snow in Maycomb, it was wonderful yet my flowers would get ruined from the cold weather and all that snow coming down on top of them. I was never really fanatical about the snow just because it ruins my yard. I was so worried about my flowers I had forgotten about how cold it could get during winter when its snowing. So before I had gone outside I put on my heaviest coat and headed outside to go check up on my flowers.
Before I knew it, I had already seen Scout out and playing in the snow, she almost seemed like she didnt want to walk on it because she was stepping so gently over to my yard. The young kids having so much fun in the snow was a great site to see, Scout and Jem had come over to my yard and seemed so eager about the snow.
Strangly enough they had asked my for my snow that was laying out on my yard, sure enough I wanted it off so I let them use a large bucket under my house and hall it off to there backyard. I was debating with myself of what I should do with my flowers or my yard. They had asked my why I didn't want snow on my yard, the only reason I didn't was because of my beautiful flowers, I had spent so much time getting them that way I did not want to ruin them now. Scout and Jem would go back and forth from my yard to theirs hauling as much snow as they needed to build their snowman. The whole time I was thinking of how big of snowman they were planning on making because that was a lot of snow they took. They were both very ingenuous kids so I knew it was going to be a good snowman that they would make.
I had let them off to their work while I was placing bags over my lovely flowers, at one point Scout asked me why I did this, I only did this to keep my flowers warm. I knew they could not stand this type of weather change so quickly.
Later on that evening after the children were done I had gone into my house to try and warm up, it was so cold in my house as it was inside. I had forgotten that I had to keep the flowers outside warm somehow I went outside and lit a candle to keep them warm enough to live. While I was inside I had enjoyed myself a warm fire as well.
I had fallen asleep until I heard something burning, I had gotten up and right as I took a big smell of the smoke I had remember that I didn't put out the fire for my flowers. I went outside and flames were bursting in my little house outside which contained my flowers. I rand outside and didn't know what to do, the fire was spreading all over the neighborhood. I glanced over and saw that Jem and Scout were heading over in front of the Radley's, which was probably one of the safe spots for now. I could see the perplexity in Scout's face, and how this could have happened. I knew that Atticus would want to isolate his kids from the fire so nothing could happen to them. I was so worried that this fire would rage onto my house I couldn't stop it, all I could do was watch the firemen blow there big house onto my little house and hope.
Finally after a few moments it was dying down, Jem and Scout had asked me what I was going to do, I told them that it was alright and I was fine. Anyways I've always wanted a little extra room in my backyard for more flowers.

2 comments:

Rachel said...

I really liked how you talked about how you thought that it was going to be just another day in Maycomb, but it was snowing. I also liked how you said that you saw Scout out playing and that she was stepping gently over the yard. I also think that you did a really good job on describing the flames that were bursting out of her house. So I think that you did a great job on your post.

mikitow said...

I agree with what Rachel is saying as well and i like how you used the vobac words in the sentences. It is a little hard to tel who you are but i can still understand the perspective.