One of my favorite classics to read is "The Secret Garden". I get lost in the silly language of the moorland folk and the beautiful visions of buried gardens with secret stories locked away within it's walls.
Tonight, as I wait to feel sleepy enough to crawl into bed, I think about those moments in life when you wish you could discover a wonderful and beautiful new adventure, like coming across a key in the earth that unlocks a garden. A garden where anything is possible. A garden where you can grow right along with it's tiny seeds and blossom right alongside the grandest rose.
I suppose that's the beauty of the written word. You can get lost in it's depths and travel to the moors of England, or the damp rainforests of the Amazon, or the glittery depths of the Bermuda Triangle. Adventure awaits. I love that.
The Secret Garden...it is a lovely thought.