Zinnia plants, in rows, coming up in the garden.
A dear friend, far away, engaged to be married.
A rainbow in the mist of watering the zinnias.
Brothers and father returned from a different far away.
A yellow butterfly drinking the zinnia water.
Everything in readiness to begin Vacation Bible School tomorrow; my part: music.
“. . . fairy land arouses a longing for he knows not what. It stirs and troubles him (to his life-long enrichment) with the dim sense of something beyond his reach and, far from dulling and emptying the actual world, gives it a new dimension of depth. He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.”
–C. S. Lewis, “On Three Ways of Writing for Children”