Once upon a time, there was a garden.
And this garden—
It was the most magnificent garden in all the land.
Because, in this most darling of places, every day was a new season…
And every day was more beautiful than the last.
Everyone thought so.
Even those who could not walk the shady path with their own two feet.
Especially those who could not walk the shady path with their own two feet.
But there was darkness in this garden, too.
Darkness that bled up the roots of the trees.
Darkness that wandered and swayed and crept along the weeds,
gobbling up all the gentle hearts that lay open in its wobbly path.
Most were afraid of the darkness.
But the girl.
Oh no, the girl was not afraid.
The girl would never be afraid, for her heart was as golden as the sunshine.
And golden hearts (as everybody knows) need not be afraid of the dark.
For the girl, each new day in the garden was beautiful.
So full of charm.
And daffodils swaddled in polka dots…
Magic lived in that garden too, did you know?
Well. You do now.
And the girl…she was the master of every little trick.
Every little miracle.
So, next time you wander the brightest day…
You might think of that girl.
Of her garden made from all the darling things.
And you might wish that you were there with her—
Two dreamers, marveling at all the lovely things.
Yes. What a sweet dream that would be.