Christmas on Ladybug Farm
By Donna Ball
3.5/5
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"A must read."
--Examiner.com
'Twas the Night Before Christmas...
It’s Christmas Eve, and Cici, Bridget and Lindsay are busy preparing for their annual holiday party. The tree is sparkling, the turkey is roasting, the wreaths are hung and the eggnog is chilled. The scene is set for the perfect Christmas... with one or two exceptions.
The entire state is in the midst of a heat wave. No one can find any mistletoe. The Christmas tree lights keep exploding, and, perhaps worst of all, something has gone terribly wrong with Ida Mae’s fruitcakes. It wouldn’t be Ladybug Farm if everything went according to plan, and as the ladies deal with one mishap after another, they remember Christmases past, laughter shared, and lessons learned.
But when nightfall descends upon Ladybug Farm and one of their own still has not come home, they begin to worry that this Christmas will be one to remember for all the wrong reasons. All they can do is cling to each other as they watch and wait ... and pray for miracle.
Contains a bonus holiday recipe section!
"Donna Ball has created a delightful world in her Ladybug Farm novels. Her characters are lively and endearing, and readers will feel a longing to join the girls on the front porch in the evenings as they reminisce about the day's activities."
--Fresh Fiction
"A delight to read"
--Book Binge
"Once you've traveled down that long road to Ladybug Farm , it's hard to leave."
--Georgia Mountain Laurel
"Here's to Ladybug Farm!"
--Beyond Her Book
"Absolutely delectable"
--Publisher's Weekly
Donna Ball
Donna Ball has written over a dozen works of commercial fiction under pseudonyms that include Rebecca Flanders, Donna Carlisle, Leigh Bristol, Taylor Brady, and Donna Boyd.She is known for her work in women’s fiction and suspense, as well as supernatural fantasy and adventure. Her novels have been translated into well over a dozen languages and have been published in virtually every country in the world. She has appeared on Entertainment Tonight and Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, and has been featured in such publications as the Detroit Free Press, the Atlanta Journal Constitution, Ladies Home Journal, Good Housekeeping, and even T.V. Guide. She is the holder of the Storytelling World award, 2001, the Georgia Author of the Year Award, 2000, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Awards for consecutive years 1991-1996, the Georgia Romance Writer’s Maggie Award, and the Lifetime Achievement Award from Romantic Times, among others."You might not know my name," Donna says, "but chances are, you've read one of my books. If you've ever been stuck at an airport, or looking for something to read at the beach, mine was probably the book you pulled off the rack."Her most recent titles are the Ladybug Farm series: A YEAR ON LADYBUG FARM (March 2009) and AT HOME ON LADYBUG FARM (October 2009) and LOVE LETTERS FROM LADYBUG FARM (October 2010) and KEYS TO THE CASTLE (January 2011), all from Berkley Books. She is also known for the Raine Stockton Dog Mystery series--SMOKY MOUNTAIN TRACKS, RAPID FIRE and GUNSHY--and, under the pseudonym Donna Boyd, THE PASSION and THE PROMISE. All are now in paperback in bookstores everywhere.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Ladybug Farm series is among my favorites! This novella was a lovely Christmas read (even though this is mid- January). I always enjoy hearing from the talented three women of Ladybug Farm, Noah, Lori, Ida Mae, and the array of mishaps, animals, and challenges of keeping up a historic home and farm. I also love Derrick/Paul as I have read ahead the new books and have read them all but Vintage Ladybug Farm, which I have already started.
I would encourage you to read all the books, even though each one could be a standalone; however, you will want to read them all! The author is so detailed with each setting, it makes me want to pull up a rocker and join the party! You will love the recipes as you laugh and cry with these family of friends and love ones in one of the most beautiful settings. The many quotes about being single and happy made me smile. I will definitely keep this one and re-read again at Christmas time! Would love to see a movie based on this series.
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Christmas on Ladybug Farm - Donna Ball
Christmas on Ladybug Farm
A Ladybug Farm Short Novella
By Donna Ball
Copyright 2011 by Donna Ball, Inc.
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Published by Blue Merle Publishing
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Mountain City GA 30562
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Chapter One
In Which Everything is Picture Perfect
Ladybug Farm was ready for Christmas. Two perfectly conical potted hemlocks flanked the bottom of the wide steps that led to the porch, each one decorated with hundreds of miniature red birds, tiny red bows, garlands of white beads, and white lights. The porch columns were wrapped in greenery and white lights, each one set off with a wreath stylishly decorated with silver glass balls and big red bows. The front door was draped with a swag of cedar into which springs of red-berried holly and white lights were cleverly woven, and on either side of it was a stack of gaily wrapped boxes, each topped with a giant red velvet bow. A huge wreath, decorated with shiny ornaments and silver and gold ribbon, adorned the front door.
Three rocking chairs were arranged in front of the door. Bridget, Cici, and Lindsay, each wearing fur-lined Santa hats and white sweaters, sat in the chairs, smiling fixedly at the blinking red light on the camera. Cici’s daughter Lori knelt in front of them in a red ski vest and fleece lined boots, while seventeen year old Noah stood behind them in a heavy fisherman’s knit sweater, one hand on Lindsay’s chair and the other on Cici’s as he had been instructed, grimly staring down the camera.
I’m melting,
he muttered.
My hair is as big as Dolly Parton’s,
Lori complained.
I swear if that flash doesn’t go off in the next second I’m going to burst into flames,
Lindsay said.
Bridget said through clenched, smiling teeth, Three…two… one.
The camera clicked just as Noah blinked, Lori wiped a drop of sweat from her nose, and Lindsay tugged the neck of her sweater away from her skin. Bridget got up to check the digital display and said, Okay, one more time.
A chorus of groans was her only reply. Noah walked away, stripping his sweater over his head. Lori stood up. I’m going to take a shower.
Lindsay moved for the door. I’m going to put on my shorts.
Cici dragged off her Santa hat, twisted her hair into a ponytail and snapped it back with an elastic band. Hold it,
she commanded grimly.
Steps halted, shoulders slumped, and each of them turned reluctantly back. What’s the big deal about getting the Christmas picture done now?
Noah demanded, scowling. You already sent out the Christmas cards.
We always take the picture for next year’s Christmas card this Christmas,
Cici explained patiently. That way we don’t have to decorate the house for Christmas in the middle of the summer, just to get a photograph.
"Might as well be the middle of the summer, Lori complained.
If I’d wanted to spend Christmas in a sauna I could have gone to Mexico with Dad."
This cedar is starting to look a little sad,
said Bridget worriedly, rubbing a section of the door garland between her fingers. Do you think we should make another one?
Seriously,
Lindsay said, holding her sweater away from her neck and fanning the exposed skin. Flames.
Hottest December I ever do recall.
Ida Mae pushed open the screen door with a tray of iced tea in her hands, and everyone rushed to grab a glass. Radio says it’s going to hit eighty-eight today.
The chorus of groans was punctuated only by gulps of iced tea. How can it be eighty-eight degrees on Christmas Eve?
Lori demanded, pushing back her damp copper curls from her forehead. Her makeup had long since melted away, leaving nothing but an over-heated flush on her cheeks. "How can it?"
Bridget said, Ida Mae, it must be a hundred and twenty degrees in that kitchen. Sit down, won’t you, and try to cool off.
She took the tray from her and set it on the white wicker table by the porch railing, nudging aside a candle-and-evergreen centerpiece to make room.
Ida Mae, who was somewhere between seventy and a hundred years old, had been keeping house at Ladybug Farm since long before Cici, Bridget and Lindsay moved in and called it home. Her iron gray curls were dark with sweat and, in deference to the heat, her customary attire had been lightened by several layers to include only a pair of faded, elastic-waisted denim pants, a print cotton dress topped by a man’s Oxford cloth shirt, and a flour-dusted apron with a snowman on it. Her customary steel-toed work boots had been replaced, astonishingly, by a pair of red Crocs worn over argyle socks. She said, Don’t mind if I do,
and lowered herself to the rocking chair Bridget had vacated, fanning her face with one of the starched cloth napkins from the tray. But I can’t let my yeast rolls sit too long in this heat. They’ll rise up the size of pumpkins.
I mean,
insisted Lori, "this is Virginia. Didn’t a whole colony freeze to death here one winter? How can it be eighty-eight degrees? She said it as though her outrage could somehow provoke the weather gods into lowering the temperature.
Virginia!"
It sure doesn’t feel much like Christmas,
Lindsay agreed, draining her glass. She wound her own shoulder-length auburn hair into a knot and stuffed it under her Santa hat. In another second, she jerked the Santa hat off and started fanning herself with it. She poured another glass of tea.
Not like the first Christmas we spent here,
Cici agreed, and for a moment she, Bridget and Lindsay shared a smile that was both rueful and nostalgic. Speaking of almost freezing to death…
The three friends had discovered the stately, if somewhat age-worn, mansion in the Shenandoah Valley by accident and had fallen quite hopelessly in love with its elegant charm and sweeping pastoral views. On an impulse they had decided to pool their resources, leave the suburbs, and purchase the house. They had spent the first year restoring the blowsy gardens and crumbling fountains, painting porches, refinishing the wide plank floors. They redecorated the enormous, sun-filled bedrooms and reclaimed the antique porcelain fixtures in the five bathrooms. And as they discovered and restored more of the old house’s former glory, they had also discovered a new community, a new home, and a new family. Cici’s daughter Lori had come to live with them at the end of that first year, and Noah had joined the family shortly afterwards. They had faced their share of challenges, but they had faced them together, and they knew they were here to stay.
The Storm of the Century,
Bridget said, and her smile faded into a shiver of reminiscent horror as she remembered. Boy, were we stupid.
Cici’s eyebrows shot up into her honey-colored bangs. Excuse me? You’re the one who went out into a blizzard chasing after a dog!
Rebel,
exclaimed Bridget, setting her glass on the railing with a clack. He has to be in the photograph!
Are you kidding me? That dog is crazy!
This was from Lindsay. Do you remember what happened last year when we tried to take his picture?
Rebel was a working dog who determinedly resisted every effort to turn him into a pet. He had ostensibly been acquired to handle the flock of sheep that had come with the property, and he did that job extraordinarily well. Unfortunately, he considered every other moving object on the farm his responsibility to discipline as well, and he herded humans with the same ferocity that he directed toward the sheep. Bridget absently rubbed the indented scar on her arm that had been left by the border collie, and she didn’t look so eager to find Rebel anymore.
Hey , if the dog is going to be on the card, then Bambi should be,
Noah insisted. He’s as much a part of the family as that dumb dog.
Bambi had followed Lindsay home from a walk when he was only a fawn, and Noah had adopted him. Now a full grown deer with the beginnings of an impressive rack, he roamed the farm’s sixteen acres with the imperious fearlessness of one who knew exactly where he belonged.
Bambi,
Lori replied, staring at him, is a deer. A wild animal.
He returned her stare belligerently. You never heard of a reindeer? He’s got a lot more reason to be on the card than a stupid dog.
Cici grinned and sipped her tea. He’s got a point. We could wind twinkle lights and garland around Bambi’s antlers and put a big red bow around his neck.
Ida Mae stopped rocking. You ain’t bringing that wild animal up on my clean porch!
Are we gonna do this thing or not?
Noah said. I need to go to town.
Lori stared at him incredulously. You haven’t done your Christmas shopping yet?
He scowled at her.
Cici set down her glass with a sigh. Okay, he’s right, we all have a lot to do before the party tomorrow. Let’s get this thing shot.
Bridget said, I’ll get—
No dog,
Cici said firmly, No deer. Where’s my lipstick?
Where’s my hairbrush?
Lindsay said. Noah, put your sweater back on. And try smiling this time, will you?
Lori picked up a hand mirror and gazed at her twenty-two year old face critically. "I look