Childhood Remembered

This is a area of our yard that I love. It reminds me of when I was a child and how I spent hours lying under a tree reading my favorite books. Now that autumn has arrived the colors are more vibrant than ever and the little fairy seems to be so content to sit silently on the rock reading a book. Oh, to be that small girl again - enjoying nature and spending time aimlessly watching the butterflies and catapillers as they prepare for the closing of the summer. I would read the stories and pretend that I was a fairy princess and all the little animals were my friends. They would tell me stories of their adventures. When a butterfly would land on my cheek I would dream it was a kiss that would grant me my every wish. If I lay very quietly the birds would land close by and I could watch them pick at the ground. Oh, for only one of those moments now! Just a moment to dream and not have a worry in the world! Childhood! What a marvelous time yet so short!

I would listen to the twirling of the windmill and could hear the wind speaking to me! It would make me feel safe as if all the small animals were telling me their secrets and letting me know they were my friends! The words on the pages of the books I read seemed to come alive! The clouds would drift by and form beautiful pictures in the sky. Pictures that brought the pages to a visual form that made me feel as though I had drifted away to this far away land of dreams and wishes! In these moments the beginning of my "Wheggies" began to form in my imagination. The "Wheggies" are small angel-fairies that I write about and make small dolls to show what they look like. They didn't have a name back then but as I began to recall some of my childhood thoughts I began to write about them.