I regret to admit that being a good mom is hard sometimes, the listening, playing and being gentle. Maybe it would be good to intertwine my enthusiasm with my daily duty of raising daughters and invite them into my imagination. After all, that’s how we got “The Hobbit”. Not that I or anyone else could ever be compared to Tolkien but look at how he gave his children the benefit of his talents. He never got too important or preoccupied in his intelligence to tell stories to his children.
I wanted to invent my own fairytale grasses for future drawings, kind of like the whimsical waves you see in picture books, but for land lubbers.