Of stories...

I love stories… all kinds of stories… happy stories, fantastical stories, personal stories… your stories. The bits and pieces of anecdotes you leave for me to read in the form of comments are like fantasy books to me, where I get to sit comfortably in a favorite spot in the garden, and listen… yes, listening, because although your thoughts are transmitted here in a written form to me they are messages and stories and anecdotes convey in a vivid form… like a child sitting at your feet listening to what you have to say to me… that’s how I see it.  I am enchanted. 

Remember when I shared with you on a couple of posts down how someone had mentioned the name of the “pretty pretty pretty” birds singing in my garden? They were the cardinals. Or at least that’s what she thought. Well, last night I discovered another comment, from another commenter, hidden somewhere in the pages of a previous post… I so enjoyed listening to whoever wrote it that I thought I would share her little story with you... which I simply find fascinating… 

“Cielo, the "pretty pretty pretty" singing is from the mockingbird and is one of many they have. Here in Texas they have quite a repertoire and this is one of many they repeat over and over. As I do my gardening I hear them as if they are saying actual words such as pretty pretty pretty, scary scary, teacher teacher! It is so funny to listen to them. Funny that this came up in your post the other day because I was laughing and telling my husband how I was leaving out the door that day when right above my head chanted "pretty pretty pretty!!" I felt like saying well thank you very much!! He laughed about it because he hears all this at 5:00 AM every morning when he leaves for work. The mockingbird's favorite perch is a telephone pole across from our bedroom window and he starts up very early! Thank you for sharing your stories.” 

Thank you thank you to all of you who come by and leave bits of your life behind for me to read… love it all… love you all. 

Oh oh dears and can I tell you what I discovered this morning hiding in the privets? Oh you would not believe what I saw!…

Have I told you that hidden behind all those bushes out there in the privet there’s a little wooden bridge that connects our cottage to the magical woods? Yes there is… I have never crossed that bridge before, because, well, the bravest thing I have done is just steeping on it… on the old wooden bridge and peek among and beyond all that madness of trees and shrubs out there… but that’s about it. I wonder if I ever would muster all the courage needed to go farther down into the mysterious woods.  Would you go with me?

Oh yes, I do believe someone has arrived… do you see her? Right there behind those trees… Or should I say high above the trees?

There are creatures of the Kingdom beyond the Enchanted Woods behind our little cottage for sure… but I’d have to share more on that at another time, because right now it just started raining again and I don’t want to miss the enchantment of it… got ‘a go see!
 

 See you soon!