An extract from The Dormouse and the Doctor, A.A. Milne:-
|The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sight|
|Of the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white).|
|“How lovely,” he thought, “to be back in a bed|
|Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).”|
Sometimes I feel just like the dormouse in A.A.Milne’s poem: trapped in a world of a colour not of my own choosing. My problem is I don’t like trees, which is tricky living in this densely forested region of southern Sweden. I’m surrounded by great, grey, green conifers. I feel claustrophobic, landlocked and trapped.
And I long for the open vistas of the coast; the space and the balmy, blue, black sea.
So, when I’m feeling down, I just stop; shut my eyes tight and, like the dormouse; imagine myself Somewhere Else Instead. And I am so HAPPY.