Tale of the Tour Chair Part 9

A new day dawned and with new enthusiasm for the chair. The sun shone brightly upon the newly green grass as a myriad of birds twittered in the trees.

"I cannot work inside on such a beauteous morn," declared the artist.  So she called upon her trusty handmaid to assist her in moving the chair into the sunshine on the deck.

Working steadily for a time, she became famished and needed to stretch and move so putting down her brushes she went in search of sustenance.

Anon she returned to find the gentle zephyrs had become hearty gusts.  As she attempted to recommence working the tempestuous winds buffeted her about making it well nigh impossible to hold steady her brush.

"Dadblast!  I cannot work like this.  My implements shake like the newly formed buds in this gale."

With that she once more pleaded with her handmaid to assist her in returning the chair to its sheltered corner inside.

As she wandered to try to soothe her body and quiet her mind in search once more of her muse, the sleek black cat appeared yet again.

"The gods of the Tour shall shortly need the name you bestow upon your chair," she meowed quietly before vanishing.

"A name?  Of course, this great chair will need a name but what?" thought the artist.  And so she began to dream of possibilities.  "What about 'The Rockwall' - no that's too mundane.  Hmmm, how about 'Floe Lake'?  No, no, that is too plain. 'Rockwall Idyll'  'Floe Lake Idyll'  No, no, no.  'Respite at the Rockwall' Hah!  I don't think so.  Oh my, this is difficult."

So the artist pondered names as she returned to work but nothing inspirational came to her.  At night she dreamed of names for the chair but as is the way with dreams, they turned nonsensical.  All through the next day she tried in vain to come up with an estimable name that was worthy of the chair.  Finally, she decided to call upon the Mavens of the Chairs to assist her and so she put out the call. 

Patiently she awaited the responses and was rewarded as they arrived.  But oh!  so many ideas.  'Floe Lake Splendour'  'Best Seat in the House!'  'Stay a Bit Longer...' 'Alpine Idyll'  'Hiker's Reward' 'Floe Lake Folly' 'After the Hike' 'Postcard View' 'Coveted View' 'Reserved for Mountaineers!'  Oh my goodness!  How on earth would she be able choose from amongst them all.

At length she consulted her handmaiden and the Swiss craftsman and together they tossed a few to the side.  The choices were down to five and the artist was left to mull them over.

As she pondered the possibilities, she painted.  The trees began to grow and flourish.

The list was examined and three more choices were crossed and discarded.

The hour was drawing near for the decision.  She must make one!  What felt right.  What paid honour to the splendiferous chair it was becoming?

Finally the decision was made.

"Floe Lake Splendour"

The artist quickly messaged the gods then turned to cleaning her tools so that the finishing touches could be completed upon the following days.

(to be continued)