Enchanted Worlds

The best book I ever read was the Enchanted Wood by Enid Blyton. She spoilt reading for me because no other book could live up to Silky and Moon-Face and the unfortunately named Jo, Bessie and Fannie not forgetting cousin Dick.

I lived in the home of Moon-Face, could hear the clanging of Saucepan-Man, and could feel the soft, shining hair of Silky.

And I loved the worlds at the top of the tree. How they never stood still. Sometimes magical, sometimes scary, sometimes exciting, sometime peaceful, always moving, never standing still.

I think of the changing worlds of our life. The seasons that pass. And sometimes they are scary. And frightening. And exciting. And enchanted. 

And hopefully, maybe, everything will be okay.

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  1. Loved this book as well and had the pleasure of reading it again in adulthood to my children who loved it too. I get to reread a lot of good children’s books – lots of Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl- and watch cute animated movies simply because I have kids.

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      1. Sigh. I know the feeling. I have a child who refuses to read or engage in any form of conversation, and my other who is like a breath of fresh air. Who talks and engages and is happy and no issues. It is strange how each child can be so completely different. Hugs xx

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