A Very Fond Wibbly Farewell

Dear Friends,

We are sad to say that Wibbly Wobbly Woods will be under a deep and restful slumber for some time. We Wibblians have become quite overwhelmed with life and it's many wonders. And, though we have enjoyed sharing our lives (illustrations) with all of you, it is time, as many great stories go, to end this particular chapter.

When the woods awaken from it's quiet repose, and the spring flowers are seen amongst the thistle bushes and brambles, we hope to once again open our homes, hearts, and imaginations to all of you- the most Wibbliest of us all.

But please, keep a lookout for a flutter amongst frosted trunks, or the scurrying between evergreen branches- for you may see one of us.

Spring Morning
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow--
Up on the hill where the pine-tress blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little one, baby one, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the woods where the blue-bells grow--
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

~A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

Little Lady Good Nectar as Leaf

I didn't want to be no stink'n leaf at the school costume ball. I fought with my mama and grandma about it! Things didn't set right with me until my auntie V came over with her

magical box of paint and glitter. She put eye sparkles and lip nectar on me and then applied

sun jelly on my arms and legs. I was as shinny as fist full of copper pennies!!! Auntie talked my Mama and grandma into letting me wear my hair in an afro and of course you know, I was a

SENSATION!!!!!! Mrs. Gooblepotter told me that she had never seen a leaf so bright in all her life and Mrs. Goolepotter has lived a very long time! I knocked them dead when I sang," I'm a Little Leaf, Please Don't Step On Me" Yeah! he he he he! Ain't I a stinker???

A Berry-licious Moment

One of Scribbles most favorite activities is picking ripe juicy berries among the fall leaves, and cinnamon smelling breezes. These purple bopp berries are just the thing to make jam to share for everyone in the woods!

New Boots!

The thing that always got me excited every school year is getting new clothes, especially boots! I would put them on at home and admire them when it was still too hot to wear them, just waiting for that little nip in the air so I could wear them to school!
Rossobella

Walter's First Day

It is Walter's first day at his new one room school. He misses his old school and friends and wishes he was still on summer break. The Mouse is very excited to be sitting in the back row with the bigger students. The Bunny is daydreaming and thinking about lunch...hope Mom packed me a special treat.

New Wings for School

As a child I remember Mother Good Nectar. She was a real looker. I take after her.

She would always make me and my sister Purnetta the Strange, lovely wings

for fairy school each year. Now that I'm all grown up, I still like to

sport a new pair of wing this time of year!!! I also love the humans, Parda,

shoes and designer clothing. One must look spiffy for the school year.

Oh I 've put on a little weight since the high wire. To many nectar cakes

and honeyjoop, joop tea he he he!

Scribble's First Day

Hiya Wibblians-

I redid Scribbles. She is now a tiny little bug girl, instead of an old gnome person thingy. This is her first day of school, and she's getting dressed. It's taking a little longer because over the summer her feet got bigger than her shoes remembered. Oh well, she's a growing Do-Bug. Wish her luck today!