As I walked past this wooded area, on my walk this morning, I couldn’t help but wonder what lived in there, what animals or creatures were hiding in the thick of it. I wished I was more of a writer so that I could write a little story of the goings on in this wooded area. Do fairies live in there? gnomes? are there deer, raccoons, rabbits, snakes, chipmunks? Families of them? what do their homes look like? Is it gloriously beautiful in there or dark and scary? Is it part of someone’s yard? Does a child play in there? Does their imagination show them the wonders of this world? Does a youth collect bugs and flowers, acorns and crabapples. Is there a treehouse? A lean-to? Somewhere they can keep their collection and play and imagine? If I were a writer, I’d write a story about it, a picture book maybe, called “In the Thicket.” If I were a writer…
Simply Sherri 