We have a secret garden. A place that's all our own. It's tucked away in a quaint little spot on our side of town. We like to think that it's all ours. It is cozy. And whimsy. And magical.
We look for turtles sunning themselves on the rock. But we have to be fast and quick, because once they hear us they slip back into the water.
This day we saw ducks. And a dragonfly.
We sprinkled fairy dust under the biggest tree. It will shine in the moonlight and guide the fairies back to their home. Where a treat awaits them.
We lay on our backs and eat snacks, sweating under the sun.
The raspberries were ripe for the picking. Well, some anyways. We picked and ate. Picked and ate. Repeat. Repeat. Dude learned how to pick his own. He didn't want mine.
We frolicked in the meadow, admired "kitty tails", and let the sun beat down on our backs.
Our secret garden: You're my favorite. I think we love you.
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." -Roald Dahl