the lucky little girl who lived in the country who loved to run outside after school and play in the woods.
She would find a clearing and lie down on moss-covered ground, close her eyes and listen to the whispers of the forest, birdsong, trees swaying, and the sounds of babbling water in the brook.
Looking up, she could see through the treetops towards the sky, and it seemed the earth was moving but it wasn't. It was only the clouds racing across the sky.
In May it was a ritual to search for ladyslipper orchids that grew in the shade of a huge old oak
There were salamanders to catch, and tadpoles too. And if she was very lucky, she would find the best treasure of all - a newly-hatched baby turtle.
Childhood memories....golden nuggets of the past recalled on a wintry day in February.