Monday's thunderstorm was a small and welcomed surprise. The temperature turned warm with the oncoming storm, rain danced in fat drops on the little heads of Snowbells growing in my garden. It was in fact a pleasant day, the girls read quietly with their new stack of library books while I worked on some projects. When it came time to take a break, Sophie asked if I could read a 'BIG book' to her. We went to the over-stuffed bookcase to choose, immediately my eyes fell the the pale green children's classic
The Secret Garden. Oh such love ♥ As a child I ADORED this book.
When I think back to my childhood, roaming free in Kemenyffy's gardens I was the epitome of Mary Lennox. In the strangest way, she is a total part of who I am today. A character so loved and cherished that she has been instilled on my being since the time I was 8. So many distant memories come flooding back. It's from the movie (which I can safely say is one of my top 5 favorites of all time) that I've become fond of skeleton keys (I have a collection of about 20 or so), my love for rainy/foggy Spring days, my obsession with plants and seeds and secrets of the outdoor world.
I can only hope that one day my girls will find the love like I did for this lovely book while I read it aloud they are playing and conversing amongst themselves, almost too young to understand it all, but I read on anyway. The re-introduction of it all seems to be mostly for me, a passageway from past to present.