the wild garden of childhood

Tulips in Madison.jpg

Everything is ceremony

in the wild garden of childhood

~Pablo Neruda

 

I just like this…”the wild garden of childhood”. Perhaps because I was blessed with a love-filled childhood, never doubting how much my parents and brother cared for me and always having someone to give my heart to. In love there is immense freedom, and when I think about being a kid, I feel a sense of pleasure and fun, and just plain delight and happiness. Makes me want to go play hopscotch or skip along the sidewalk!

 

* I took this photo of a garden overflowing with tulips in Madison, Wisconsin.