I miss the woods so much, it is already haunting my dreams. The need to be among the wise old sentries and listen to their stories grows more with every day. Life in the city has its magic, if you care enough to look, but there is something deep ingrained in my soul yearning for a forest and a mountain, a creek and a hut with a garden, barefoot summers and snowy winters, fires and hot coffee, hikes and strolls, bread baking and creaky wooden floors. This morning I am in deep need of a forest.
There was once a girl who liked to wake up before the first sunray warmed the land, wrap herself in a large sweater, put on muddy shoes and get out in the garden. Oh, that garden of hers was magical! Birds, bees and beetles, butterflies and crawlers, rabbits and cats, they were coming from all around, to feast on the wonderful flowers growing there. One day, as the garden was already welcoming her visitors, one little mouse came along, curious and curiouser to see what all the fuss was about. She heard some rumours as well about this wonderful place where everyone was welcomed and everyone was polite and kind. As she roamed around, admiring the beautiful roses, the scented jasmine and the purple passiflora, as well as millions of flowers she did not recognize, she found herself closer to a quince tree, where it was a bit more quiet. You see, this little mouse was kind of shy... so she welcomed the silence and, while waving at another pair of bees passing by, buzzing happily, she leaned on the tree and looked up, grateful for this moment of peace. When she looked up, she saw these tiny flowers gathered in bunches, all shades of pink and with little green leaves and she said to herself:
"This will be my flower. I shall name it mouse's little tail."
When the butterfly soaring above it heard the mouse, he thought to himself that that is a great idea, and he went on telling others to pick a flower and give it a name. And, in that magical garden, from that day on, the flowers were given names such as the butterfly's wing, the bee's knee, the frog's silk, the rabbit's ears, the cat's whiskers and the dog's fangs.
The girl laughed listening to this as the first ray of sun caressed the first flower, as it happened to be the little mouse's tail, where a tiny little mouse was greening from one ear to the other, happy she was there among new friends.