Watching Matilda delight in the garden, playing with our neighbour's son over the fence, singing to herself whilst sat on the tree stump admiring the daffodils reminded me that childhood should really be a most wondrous thing. The quote above taken from Enid Blyton's The Island of Adventure, I think just about sums it up.
With the arrival of Spring days, the garden has become Matilda's playground. Flowers are picked, stories are imagined with little scenarios acted out. She takes her 'bird watchning' very seriously and takes great pride in filling up the bird feeder once the birds have exhausted supplies. A little woodpecker made an appearance on Friday causing all sorts of excitement. It's the simple things that give us the best memories to hold on to in times of difficulty. I hope she treasures these images as adulthood forces her to relinquish her childhood curiousity. Though thankfully we've got a number of years left to enjoy Matilda as a little girl and beyond that we'll be clinging on to the magic of childhood.