A mild winter’s afternoon, sunshine and dressing up; the perfect combination for making an ordinary moment out playing in the garden into a magical fairytale moment. It is amazing just how much magic can be found, if only you step into the wonderful world of childhood imagination.
Little Red Riding Hood was making her way to Grandma’s house. Walking through the woods was far too slow for her liking – but why walk when there’s a car available? Much better for keeping out of the way of hungry wolves too…
Things got a little confusing on arrival at Grandma’s cottage though. Mummy Wolf seemed to be a bit confused as to which story she was in. She kept demanding “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in!”. This was mostly met by giggles from Little Red Riding Hood who wasn’t scared in the slightest. Further threats from Mummy Wolf to “huff and puff and blow your house in” resulted in big sister Snow White shouting from the other side of the garden “you can’t blow it in – it’s a brick house!” Funny, it looks more like plastic to me, but it makes no difference; Mummy Wolf just doesn’t have enough puff in her anyway!
The garden is full of wonderful objects for making magic. There are stones (which Little Red Riding Hood loves to bash together as she loves the sound it makes) and big leaves to pick up. There are sticks which easily become magic wands, or walking sticks, or fishing rods or spoons to stir potions made of leaves and twigs.
The sun is shining, the girls are giggling and magic is being made. What more could you wish for on a winter afternoon?