A Quiet Place

The other day my cousin posted a photograph of part of my grandma’s rock garden. This little village was situated against the side of the garage so that when you walked from the driveway to the house it was to your right along the sidewalk. I loved this little village. The big church was probably my favorite building and the one I remember the most. In the back center of the village was a little fountain that looked like a waterfall flowing down into a little pond. Every spring and summer that little pond (which probably only held about 10 gallons of water) would have a frog living there. My brothers, cousins, and I would catch tadpoles or minnows and put them there. I spent many lazy summer afternoons sitting in the little village daydreaming. Wondering if the brownies (like the Borrowers) lived there. Imagining them walking from one of the little houses to the large church or having a picnic by the waterfall.

When my cousin posted this photograph it made me think of how much fun I had there. I decided that I want to create something like this for my own children. I know Jessica and Quin would enjoy helping me make things to put into our own little rock garden. I can see Jess taking a book to read there for hours on end. Picture Wyatt trying to catch brownies and fairies living in one of the houses that we’ll build. I managed to find some DIY videos on YouTube on how to make little stone houses and buildings. I think this will be our summer project this year. Now, hopefully I can talk my parents into allowing us to use a little space in their yard since we don’t have a yard of our own (ours is a communal yard and I don’t think the neighborhood kids would allow something like this to stay intact.).

Have you ever had a favorite little quiet place where you could just go to collect your thoughts or dream away the day? What was it like? If not what sort of place would you want?