So to my paint box I did go last night with a good cup of ginger tea. Now since it had been a few days since I had picked up my brush, I was curious to see what it would paint in my watercolour journal.
Because one never knows where a paint brush might take you on a summer’s Sunday night. But it didn’t take long for me to find myself back in my Imaginary Secret Garden.
And as I walked on a long and winding road, down by the babbling brook, I heard the barking of a funny looking little doodle dog called Spotty. Now he was a rather odd looking, but cute and frisky little fella who was playing with his ball. Up into the air he threw it and then chased it so that it wouldn’t get away from him.
Oh what fun he was having until a little red Doodle Bug landed on his nose. Well dropped the ball he did because I suppose he didn’t expect to have a bug sitting on the tip of his nose. The bug looked at him and he sat very still looking at the bug. And the minutes of silence passed, until Little Spotty sneezed. Well away the Doodle Bug flew as fast as its little wings could fly to hide up in the trees. And quick as a wink, the pup picked up his blue ball to have another fun game of jump, chase and catch.
And as I closed my book of colours, I thought to myself that a good time was had by all in this place of my childlike imagination, which is always for sure, a very good thing.