We’re lucky to live in a magical wood, filled with nooks and crannies where the forrest faeries live… Swirl gently explores (as is her nature), while brave Cooper boldly climbs over fallen trees and spongy spring moss…
Of course, it’s fun to play King of the Mountain!
Or hide under the giant fern that grows by the spring crocus…
Which brings us, Cooper, to a favorite spring poem:
“My idlest dreams go farthest, South to a land of fragrant springs
And rivers green beneath our boat-borne flutes and strings,
Back to a town of floating catkins mixed with golden dust
And crowds that fought to see the flowers.”
~ Li Lu (937 – 978)
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