No. 23 A magical time

The little girl’s grandparents lived in a cottage. A cottage full of love and the smells of baking. A magical place to be and to explore. Only 3 rooms on each of the two floors but each room had pictures, ornaments, clocks, candlesticks, and books to investigate. It seemed to the little girl that whenever she stood still one or other of her grandparents would be there, ready to give her a hug or a smile or both.

The garden was large and over several levels, front and back. Memories of then always seemed to be summertime. Windless, warm, stillness. The sweetness of strawberries eaten straight from the garden, still warm from the sun. And quiet, very quiet, just the buzz and hum of bees and insects. A magical time.