Honest Simplicity

fairy table and chair

My kids keep my inner child alive and well.  They both have beautiful imaginations which nourish my own.  On this warm autumn day, we spent a good while at play.  In our elm tree, my daughter perched herself with a clementine clutched in her hand.  After a quick nibble of fruit, she called “Look!” as she jumped acrobatically from the tree’s trunk onto the grassy ground below.  She was a lemur and her imitation was convincing.  Inspired by the many sticks in our yard, I made fairy furniture for her.  We put a secret fairy door at the base of the tree and wondered where it might lead.  She suggested there was a trap door farther inside leading below the roots to keep the residents safe during a storm.  My son is humming a tune as he staples sheets of paper into little books and illustrates them.  He wants a secret door of his own so I promised to make him one.   I am thankful for this time with my children and thankful for maintaining a sense of wonder.  A person is never ever too old to play.

the secret door