Leaves and Light
Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.
- Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
I recently spent an afternoon among some leaves. Leaves are ordinary, commonplace - perhaps pedestrian. Yet at the same time they hold so much curiosity. These leaves I met, they have something to say - a tale to tell. Their story is filled with a humble magic, capable of filling a space with dignified wonder. Their story is one of my favorites.
