Semi-Daily Scribbles

Margaret pulled from her silk purse the roots and leaves she hoped would chase away her daughter's nightmares. She stood on tiptoe in the potting shed and stretched to reach the topmost shelf. Margaret had taken to hiding her tools when Mrs. Baxter, the neighbor, asked to borrow a cup of sugar one day. Mrs. Baxter returned to her pink house next door with the sugar, three eggs, a pound of butter, and "the darling mixing bowl with the chicken." Margaret stepped into the living room for a minute to check on Lexie as her neighbor scooted off with the loot. Had she remained in the kitchen chatting, Margaret would have most assuredly told Mrs. Baxter her darling chicken bowl was not used for mixing cake batter.