When the Wind Whispers Stories: Preparing for My First Dreamy Stall
Some days begin as ordinary tasks and quietly turn into moments that feel almost magical. Today was one of those days.
I stepped into the garden with a simple goal. I needed to test my setup for something very special. In just a few days, I will be attending my first ever event as an author. A family fun day where I will have my very first stall since publishing Dreamy goes to the Moon. It feels exciting and a little surreal, and I wanted to make sure everything would hold steady outdoors.
The wind was lively today, around nineteen kilometres per hour, and I watched how the tablecloth moved and how the display behaved. It was just a practical test, but the breeze had its own ideas. It tugged gently at the cloth, almost playfully, as if reminding me that even preparation can feel like part of the story.
My child was with me, as he often is. Home education means our days blend together in ways that feel natural and full of shared curiosity. While I checked the setup, he watched the sky with that familiar spark in his eyes.
Mam, he said, it looks like Dreamy could fly today.
And suddenly the test didn’t feel like a test anymore. It felt like a moment from Dreamy’s world. I could imagine him rolling into the garden, his little green bonnet catching the light, the wind nudging him just enough to make him wobble with excitement. The same breeze that tried to move my display was the breeze that would carry Dreamy into his next adventure, at least in our imaginations.
That is the thing about creating stories while raising a child who lives inside his own worlds. Real life and Dreamy’s world blur together in the best ways. A gust of wind becomes a character. A sunny day becomes a chapter. A simple garden test becomes a memory worth keeping.
And today reminded me why I love sharing these pieces of our life with you.
It isn’t just about the books. It isn’t just about the art. It is about the journey we are building, one windy garden afternoon at a time.
Sunday’s forecast looks calmer, between ten and seventeen kilometres per hour, which means the stall setup should behave itself. But honestly, even if the breeze picks up again, I think I will welcome it. The wind has a way of reminding me that stories are everywhere, waiting to be noticed.
Dreamy goes to the Moon was born from my son’s imagination. The illustrations were born from my hands. And moments like today are what keep the world of Dreamy alive.
I cannot wait to share that world at my first event. It feels like another step in a journey that began with a six year old’s story and a paintbrush.
More magic soon. More stories always.
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