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.

Faraway Tree


Unfortunately I gave my very favorite book of all time to my niece to read when she was a little girl and so I don’t have it anymore. Which would be the Enchanted Wood. But never fear, I still have number 2 and 3 in my grubby paws. I would be Silky for the day and be a fairy, spending my time with moonface and meeting saucepan man and all the folk of the faraway tree. And of course exploring the world at the top of the tree. Hopefully it would be a candy-land, with ice-cream and milkshakes thrown in. Now that would be a dreamy, heavenly day!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Storybook Day.”

You have to spend one day as or with your favorite fictional character. Which one would it be and what would you do?

Thanks for sending this prompt suggestion, nonsmokingladybug!

Central Perk

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Worlds Colliding.”

I love reading autobiographies. My two favorites are Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes and Peter Godwin’s Mukiwa. Both books were about their childhoods and growing up, one in Ireland and one in Rhodesia that is now known as Zimbabwe. And coincidentally, both of them relocated to New York after publishing their books. So that makes sense, I could have them meet up for a coffee or drink, and discuss their great fortunes at hitting the autobiography jackpot. Entirely possible and they wouldn’t have to travel far to do so. Except sadly Frank McCourt had since passed away, so perhaps we would need a time machine.

Learning to Read

I taught myself to read by filling in the gaps. As soon as I had “the cat sat on the mat” covered, I deemed myself sufficiently capable of reading chapter books. My sister and her friends were always reading chapter books and looking very grown up. So I grabbed her copy of the Enchanted Wood and started filling in the gaps. I got stuck on the word “bush”. No idea how to read the SH. Until! A few pages in there was a picture of the mushroom stools. They would pop out of the ground and form very useful fairy seats. And look at that! I could match the mushroom word with the picture and right there was a pattern. Mush and bush. But bush rhyming with mush doesn’t make any sense. But pronounced differently (with a U sound), it becomes bush! And that is how I figured out the SH sound. And how to read “bush”.