Monday, November 2, 2009
Yesterday, on a whim, we jumped in the car,* headed for the hills and ended up in the Dandenong Ranges for a picnic and an explore. Upon arrival there was an audible and simultaneous intake of breath. A fifteen minute drive away and it was all sunny and ‘Where’s my hat?’. In Sherbrooke Forest there were low, slow, passing clouds and MAGIC. Everywhere.
And you know what? There really was. The kids crept on tippy toe or forgot and sprinted in bursts of excitement to every possible fairy tree. My kids ‘believe’ with spirit and vengeance. Since I can still see in my head the fairies who sat and chatted with me on my bedroom window sill when I was a kid, so do I.
There was great debate over which was THE Faraway Tree.**
With this one in strong contention:
There was evidence of strange, magical, potential potion ingredients...
Pleasure in the tiniest details...
And either my eldest knows me well, or I’ve brainwashed her with my texture fixation: ‘Look, Mum!’...
The kid with the short legs did a sterling job of keeping up, then setting the pace, all the while re-styling her hair in the mist with a twirly whirly ‘do’:
The only dampener came from a small boy walking with his father, who called my kid names for finding fun in the small stuff. Sometimes it’s tough holding on to the magic. My boy is holding tight. His imagination took him to grand places yesterday.
* A loose sort of interpretation. I can’t remember the last time the entire family went anywhere wthout some drawn out preamble or palaver.
** As well as discussion over where the Red Squirrel who collected the cushions at the bottom of the tree’s slide might be hiding. If you haven’t the foggiest what I’m going on about, then go and find yourself these books.