i am quite absorbed with reading the secret garden these days.
it's all i can think about:
running through the gardens, reddening cheeks
making friends with a robin that loves to be talked about
stumbling upon a door to a secret garden
looking out at the moor every morning
listening to the wind wuthering
telling stories about india and mary's ayah
taking lessons from dickon who is followed by a fox, a crow, and two squirrels
i'm ready to move to the moor
and find a secret garden.
if that doesn't happen this weekend
then i guess i'll settle for either visiting this garden
or heading up to the mountains to redden my cheeks.
