I’ve always been fascinated by tree houses: the Berenstain Bears’ little house in the tree with the gingham curtains and little staircase that wound down the tree, Winnie the Pooh’s buddy Piglet’s house in the base of a tree both were places that I would have loved to live as a child.
As an adult, I’ve always love the idea of gnomes and sprites and fairies (of the TinkerBell variety). I’ve always loved fairy rings, sparkles, glitter, fireflies – all of that seems magical to me. I love the idea of green man and tree spirits; the elves of Iceland – all of that stuff. Needless to say, the Spiderwick Chronicles is one of my favorite movies. And I’ll always remember the mention of a grotto in the book Raggedy Ann and Andy’s in Cookie Land. I just loved the series of books - I wish I still had them.
And sometimes I wish that places like these, things like these really existed. Because I would really like to open a little gnome door and climb inside a tree some days. Sometime life really hurts in a way that just doesn't make sense. Last night a fox attacked our two ducks. Big deal, some people say. But it is a big deal. These ducks were a couple. We never saw one without the other close by. And they adopted us. They just showed up one day a couple months ago and never left. I called them Daisy and Donald, my husband called them Aflecks. There was something fun and goofy as well as comforting hearing them quack outside the window every morning. Every time they saw my husband, they would come running, I mean waddling. He always gave them a treat. They made us smile.
I'm just sad. It is nature, I know. But I'm just really going to miss those ducks.