A Whale of a Tale
So after lightning a fire in my little wood stove at the end of the day, I made a cup of tea and took out my paint brush.
Not knowing what to paint, I dipped my brush into my old water filled yellow mug and then into my colourful palette of watercolours.
And when these colours touched a page in my journal, voila just like that, I found myself back into that place called the Imaginary Secret Garden.
It was a beautiful sunny day there and as I walked along the Hollyhock Trail, it lead me to what looked like an old abandoned seaside shack on the seashore.
I come to find out that it belonged to the Old Hermit of the Sea who had run away from home years ago so that she could spend her carefree days playing in the sand, watching the waves roll up onto the shore and sailing her little sailboat.
She was never ever lonely, for she had her best friend Willy the Whale to keep her company every day, which was for her a very good thing!