…Like making a new Willow Archway…

Some things can only be understood when you’re in a tree house.  With a pile of
warm chocolate chip cookies.  And a book.  ~Dr. SunWolf

…or the sun shining like crazy across the frozen snow on Chritmas Eve…

I am often accused of being childish.  I prefer to interpret that as
child-like.  I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things.  I tend to
exaggerate and  and embellish.  I still listen to instinctual urges.  I
play with leaves.  I skip down the street and run against the wind.  I never
water my garden without soaking myself.  It has been after such times of joy
that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work. ~Leo F.
Buscaglia, Bus 9 to Paradise

…or deciding to paint silver stars all over a wall in the cottage…

Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of
the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on
the disciplined adult intelligence.  ~

…stepping over wet rocks on a sandy beach on an early summer day…

In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but
the beautiful colors of a rainbow.  ~Papiha Ghosh

…the delight of seeing water drops sparkle like jewels in the early morning sun…

O men, grown sick with toil and care,
Leave for awhile the crowded mart;
O
women, sinking with despair,
Weary of limb and faint of heart,
Forget your
years to-day and come
As children back to childhood’s house.
~

The Man with the Child in his Eyes…Kate Bush…with great pics of Kate as a child… http://youtu.be/Nodmp317h_A