It’s not a castle or a cottage in the forest, but it feels magical to me when I walk by. Last fall, when we were “walking the dad” (for me it was walking the hubs) following his hip replacement surgery, we kept going by this one house. Even before we drew level with it, my gaze was drawn to it. I’d slow down at the property line and study the house thinking, “That could be the home of a witch or fill-in-the-blank with magical icon of your choice.” It’s not the only house in our neighborhood that catches my gaze and my imagination. This one does, too. I drive past it most days, if I leave my house. I think it’s partly the profusion of flowers around this little house. Surely that takes magic… In the little town where I grew up, there used to be this little, old lady (actually we had a bunch of them) who had a magical looking house. She had so many flowers around her house, you almost couldn’t see the house. And the house was well into the quirky zone. I was sure she was a witch and would hurry past her house. I told myself it was the bees…
Does that ever happen to you? Do you ever feel the little shiver of anticipation when you pass by a dwelling or a spot? Do you pause and wonder, before your busy life reminds you that your list needs checking off? What do you believe, even when you know you shouldn’t? Commenters get entered into a drawing for the $10 AnaBanana Magical gift card. (I hear she brews up her soaps and other goodies in her basement.) Winners are announced in the first blog post of the month, but it helps if you leave a contact email or twitter ID, since I’m not magical at all.
Here’s hoping your day is magical in a good way! Perilously yours,