I’m really taking this slow it seems. I quite want to just skip to times closer to the present, but I think it’s important to look further back, so here goes…

I remember when I was a kid playing in my garden. I was very fortunate to have quite a big garden with grass and a swing (that the neighbour broke) and a slide and later a “club house” that my sister use to charge me to use- apparently the money was going on food but I never got any of that.

Anyway, I have this great memory of being a chef. I was pretty much a disaster with anything that was actually edible, but I could make flowers, leaves, mud and grass look like a feast. Thankfully I was smart enough not to eat it, but it was a really relaxing time for me- pottering through the garden picking out my “ingredients” and avoiding my darling siblings.

I love the memories from when I was a kid- innocence is bliss. To think I could spend an entire hour just walking around making something that no one was ever going to see never mind eat and yet I thought it was the best thing ever.

This entry is a praise to imagination. May I never be too grown up to see the wonder in a mud pie.