So what do you suppose I did last night as I was drinking my cup of tea. Yes I picked up my paint box, brush and watercolour journal and began to paint because that is one of my favourite things to do.
And with the dip of my watery brush, onto a new page, I found myself back into the colourful world of my Imaginary Secret Garden.
It was a beautiful day there and the sun was shining on all the sweetly scented flowers growing along the old wooden fence. I walked over to pick one and it was then that I heard a little quacking sound.
Wondering what it was, I unlatched the old gate door and found myself near a little pond of the bluest water that I had ever seen. And swimming in it was a little Piddle Paddle Puddle Duck.
Now I had never seen a real one before, but it did look a lot like rubber ducky toy that my daughter used to play with as a baby in the bathtub. I remember how she used to laugh watching it float around in the water.
And as I watched this painted little baby duck piddle and paddle in the pond’s puddle of water, I had to smile and say that that playing with colours is for sure a very good thing!