When I was a little girl I used to see magic in all the small things at my feet. Small bugs, little plants, even rocks all formed some magical fairy world that only I saw. All the big people (parents/adults) were too busy rushing here and there. I would be told to wait in the car, and I can remember looking out the side window over the sill of my dad's old truck, and as time passed, I would see all kinds of fascinating activity on the ground below. There would be villages and meadows and battles all taking place while people rushed around above. There would be fairy castles and tiny kitchens and elven farms, only requiring my mind's eye to see. This moss that I saw on a recent hike before the heavy snow storms made me think of that magic land that I have abandoned so long ago.
The perfect forest for an unsuspecting ant ambush.
ReplyDeleteHow cool! Imagination is a wonderful thing, isn't it? You still see that magic, I'll wager - it shows in your photos and writing.
ReplyDeleteI remember being able, in my mind, to shrink and join that miniature world and, being a solitary child, often entertained myself that way.
Amazing shot of a Lilliputian landscape, and yes, I don't doubt that everything you imagined about it could in fact be true. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteI remember, or I think I remember, that land too, Tabor.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe I don't. It was so long ago.
So beautifully described. Every once and a while I pause and realize that I don't see the world the same way I did when I was physically little and imaginatively fresh. It's good to get belly down in the grass and rediscover those lost worlds once and awhile!
ReplyDeleteit is never to late to recapture it..smiles.
ReplyDeleteI imagined that the world was a tiny little play area in the hand of God....he would look at us like I looked at ant hills....not very imaginative. Just me....
ReplyDeleteIf I collected anything today it would be miniatures. I used to have a small cedar chest full of tiny ceramic people and animals. I would play with these in the grass or what I knew was Fairyland. They would all have a lovely time in your moss.
ReplyDeleteClearly, you haven't abandoned it after all. Just lovely. I believe. :)
ReplyDeleteDoesn't sound like you've abandoned it, sounds like you're sharing it around - but I know what you mean. Thanks for the share.
ReplyDeleteYour words take me way back to when my brother and I would get up about 5am, leave our parents sleeping and go exploring. I was around 6 years old at the time. We lived at a place called Emu Plains. Isn't that a great name? There were amazing things to find in that long ago world...and your beautiful photo shows me that they're still there to be found :)
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