Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
– from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Thanks for dropping by and please feel free to imagine as many impossible things as you like while you are here.
You might be curious to know how all this came about. Well, it started with a fig tree, which was only little – about as tall as you – well, maybe a little taller, but not by much. One day there it was, nestled on a branch, the most perfect, tiny, little fig. It was shaded from the sun and hidden from the birds by a giant, green hat of leaves. One little fig was on the tree. And it was the very first little fig that the little fig tree had ever grown.
Every day I made sure the tree had plenty to drink. And the little fig it grew and it grew – plumper and plumper and juicier and juicier. Until one day there was another fig. And then – another, and then, one more. They all grew and grew until there were ten little figs on my little tree. Ten little figs and they were all for me.
But I was not the only one watching them. All the animals in my garden loved figs too. And one by one the juicy, plump, little figs disappeared. That summer my little fig tree learned how to fruit. And I shared the figs with all kinds of different animals in my garden and some who came to visit.
Luckily there was one little fig that was left for me. And, best of all, I also got a story. Then Walker Books decided they quite liked figs too and Nathaniel Eckstrom drew some very beautiful illustrations and my little fig tree – my very clever, little fig tree – had grown its first little fig, that grew into a story that grew into a book called Ten Little Figs.
I do hope you like it!
Bye – and wishing you a wonderful day imagining marvellously impossible things.