Once upon a time in a quaint little village in the south of France, there was a place where everything kind and soft and gentle was born...She would be called, " Anjolie", meaning the Garden Angel. It wasn't long after she had arrived into this peaceful little garden, that she began to wander in it, looking for soft petals to lie upon, to rest her curls and to dream for a while as she stared at the clouds. She was often found to be picking up empty garden snails, for she was not afraid of the beauty that surrounded her there. This was something that made her giggle, and smile and come alive with joy! These became little houses where her rolly polly bugs could find shelter and lady bugs would stay for a while to catch their breaths and then be carried away. It wasn't long before Anjolie would climb on her olive tree perch, and swing her legs with excitement over another days findings in her secret garden where she could be free to play while the butterflies danced around her curly head...
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh She's dreaming......

This is the song that depicts her so well...
Dream 3:31 Priscilla Ahn A Good Day Pop 4

1 comment:

Sadgeatplay said...

Daddy always looked after the olive tree I hung in all summer long. Thank you dad for the precious memories you gave to me. I love you.

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