Frolic… Whimsy… Magic…
Childhood comes and then it’s gone before we’ve had the chance to understand the magic and pure joy of living every day just for the sake of fun.
Just as soon as you fall under a childhood spell, it’s broken and grown up life begins. There are mountains to climb, bridges to build and households to maintain.
This story got started the day Gi Gi decided that something in her life was missing. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but something was definitely wrong.
The days of endless tea parties and playing dress-up were gone and
her day dreams had all been forgotten.
She needed to find the piece of herself that had been lost in the midst of living? Where could she go for help and who would understand?
Suddenly she heard a voice…
“There is a place where dreams run wild and hope is free. Follow me to a far away land with magical spaces. This fanciful place can only be seen upon a return to the carefree mind of a child.”
I must be brave, thought Gi Gi, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly before entering this secret garden of magical characters and dreamy spaces.
She piered through the gate, while worries she might not fit in or be accepted filled her head with nonsense.
Don’t be afraid says little sister, Ra Ra we will enter the garden together, you and me. It’s time to forget the pressures of grown-up life and remember the days when you felt like a princess and your only worry was eating the icing before it melted.
Gi Gi knew sissy was right so she checked her worries at the gate and entered the garden. This strange place of magic and whimsey filled her heart with pure joy. For the first time since she could remember she was able to be herself , in this place where hearts were true and wishes granted.
This secret garden allowed both sisters to be themselves, to chase dreams, love unconditionally and wish til their heart’s content.
Best of all, everyone in it was content to be themselves in a whimsical kind of way.
Nothing was too serious or uptight but fun-loving and free just like the days of her childhood.
The garden was full of surprises and laughter echoed from every direction.
Thank you, Dear Miss V, for providing a place where the cup is always full and our inner child runs free.
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This festival of madness has shown us the way to a land of magical dreams and fairy tale wishes.
Take it from Gi Gi- life is meant to be lived authentically with joy and whimsy, surrounded by people who are free to dream and live their lives with hope for the future.
Enter her secret garden and
live every day the way it was meant to be- joyfull!
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The secret is almost out…
It’s time for the 3rd annual Mad tea party, join us this Saturday .
Loved this little cottage of garden treasures.
During our winding drive along hwy 101 to the sea shore in Washington State we passed a sign that said, The painted lady lavender farm. Well of course I was intrigued, to say the least, so I pulled my little car up the stone path toward a most enchanted garden. What a magical place of sweet lavender and secret recipes. A cozy fireplace welcomed us to a little sitting area hidden by lovely flowering vines. I cut a bouquet of lavender during our tour of edible plants (daylillies, etc). This was like a secret garden of little cottages inhabited by tiny creatures (chickens and other poultry type beasts) The owners were very kind but quite eccentric. They used secret recipes to produce all kinds of jellies and jams. Sue insisted that my son take a bite of a chanterelle mushroom before we left. She gathered them to use in her special soup the next day. He was convinced that he would experience some heavy hallucinations afterward but luckily that didn’t happen. hee, he
This photo was borrowed from Essences of the past on blogger
It was a very interesting and welcomed stop on our long drive that day- spontaneous moments and unexpected stops are the best. We headed back down the hillside toward the seaside town of Illwaco with a fragrant bouquet of lavender in my lap and a jar of sweet strawberry jam in his, still giggling about the interesting sights and conversations we left behind.