Reach for the Stars

We sit in the mud… and reach for the stars. – Ivan Turgenev
mud pies
 
In the hands of a child, ordinary dirt and water become a fantastical bakery for royalty, or for fairies, or to feed the poor and hungry.  Or all of those all at once.  Would that we adults could remember.  And dream dreams, imagine worlds, that are improbable but not impossible.  Oh, the wonders we could work.