That very night in Max's room a forest grew
and grew until his ceiling hung with vines
and the walls became the world all around
and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max
and he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things are.
- Maurice Sendack Where The Wild Things Are
I don't think I ever grew up. Not really.
I'm still imaging forests that grow within the walls of my room that extend beyond to wild and wonderful things.
Now I am a mum to two little wild things. An adventure of a very different sort...
So hi there! My name is Siân
Mum to the aforementioned wild ones
Wife to rugby playing, real ale drinking, always laughing husband Tim
Constant picture taker
Soothed by nature and the outdoors
Wannabe artist, gardener, runner and yoga attempter
Always looking to simplify, live well, laugh often and appreciate the little things...
It's...well you know,
it's my life.