Aunt Mildred loved taking an early morning walk, especially as today as it would give her time to think and muse about her big idea. She was taking a little rest (it was quite a long way to Persimmon Heights and up hill) and though she wasn't very old in gnome terms - she was still grateful for a sit down and a suck on her pipe. Gnomes live much longer than humans, though it is hard to know exactly how long they can live, as they have a much more flexible and playful sense of time - some years are long years and some short. Aunt Mildred thought about her life now as the deeper years, full of a subtle and more complex music - requiring of course more sit downs and lovely daydreams.
She was listening to the breeze moving in the leaves, to the birds singing, to all kinds of rustlings - all interwoven with a sense of peace - 'I must be careful today not to become too excited ' she thought 'The Midsummer Revels happen every year - the main thing is to enjoy the planning of this year's events'.
For you see Aunt Mildred knew that she had become a bit of a Force To Be Reckoned With when she was excited. As the years had passed, she had realised that her ideas often required large amounts of effort from the other gnomes on the committee. She realised too that she had to think carefully about her ideas - to make sure that they were possible and fun to do - without the other gnomes becoming too worn out to be able to frolic on the day!
'I shall start the meeting by remembering how well we did last year' she thought 'that way I will be calm when I suggest the Bunny Rodeo for this year's main event'. Aunt Mildred was completely convinced that her latest idea would be a riotous success. If pressed, she would have to admit that she had got the idea from watching a TV programme through a patio window, but the bunnies were up for it and she kept laughing at the thought of gnomes trying to stay on the backs of hopping rabbits 'Best idea I have had for years she thought - much better than last year's helter skelter ride!'
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