“Where the Mild Things Are…”

…with apologies and reverence, in memory of the amazing Mr. Maurice Sendak. Here’s something different yet again I thought I’d try out.

I have  neighbors who’s home I walk by every day.  A year or two ago, I saw a landscaping company parked in front of their house, that specialized in ponds and waterfalls. After weeks and weeks of them being there, they cleaned up and went away. I would hear water when I walked by but it was in their back yard. Short of climbing their fence I could only imagine what was back there.

A couple of months ago, I happened to bump into her and asked, quite brazenly, if I could see it. She very graciously invited me into their yard, and as I turned the corner, I was speechless.  It was like walking into a forest glade.  My first words were, “It looks like a place where fairies live!” My first thought was, “Oooo, I want to live here!”

Well, I couldn’t move in but the idea has been rattling around in my head so, for something different, I thought I’d try this. Though, invited to take picture of it, I haven’t been back to do it. I’d really like to, but I made do with this one for now.

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