Jeanne's Wellies

Jeanne loved the Wellington boots she found in the attic. They fit her perfectly and they were tall olive colored and fit her perfectly. She had never seen such cheerful boots before. She would wear her Wellies in the garden, splashing in the puddles and digging in the dirt. She wondered about who the original owner was… perhaps it was her aunt Wilhelmina.

Aunt Wilhelmina had lived in this house before Jeanne and her parents moved in. She had passed away a few months ago, leaving behind a lot of old furniture, books, and clothes. Jeanne’s parents were busy sorting through everything, deciding what to keep and what to donate. Jeanne liked to explore the attic, where she found many interesting things that belonged to her aunt.

One day, she stumbled upon a wooden chest with stickers on it, that was locked with a padlock. She looked around and saw a key hanging from a nail on the wall. She grabbed it and tried it on the lock. It worked! She opened the chest and saw a pile of letters, photographs, and souvenirs, a teddy bear and so much more. She spotted a pair of tall green boots at the bottom of the chest.

She took them out and tried them on. They were just her size. She felt a surge of joy as she looked at them. They were so pretty and fun. She wondered why her aunt had kept them hidden in the chest. She decided to take them with her and wear them in the garden.

She ran downstairs and put on her coat. She slipped on the boots and headed outside. It was a rainy day, but she didn’t mind. She loved the sound of the raindrops on the leaves and the smell of the wet earth. She jumped into a big puddle and laughed. She felt free and happy.

She walked around the garden, admiring the flowers and plants that her aunt had planted. She noticed a small plaque near a rose bush that read: “In memory of Wilhelmina, who loved this garden and these boots.” Jeanne felt a pang of sadness mixed with curiosity. She wondered who had written that and when.

For now, she just wanted to enjoy the garden and the boots. She felt a connection with her aunt, even though she had never met her. She felt like she was wearing a part of her history and her personality. She smiled and thought: “Thank you, Aunt Wilhelmina, for these wonderful Wellies.”