What a pleasure to draw with my daughter. Her small hands trace the shapes of birds and bees. A wing is bent to fit on the page, an extra leg added for birdy support. No matter or mind. The pictures will find their way. We discover these magical beasts. A giraffe has a tail like a mermaid and a bear has a bold smattering of pink spots. It's all in fun.
A lovely few hours of crayons and mugs of tea. The ironing and sweeping will wait. We laugh over her magnificent creations, we collaborate. I learn much more in this time than she. She is the wild one. New and fresh and confident. All tangled hair and lips pinched in concentration, she is at her loveliest in this quiet place.