Small Magic

I spent last weekend away at a magical cottage.

My family and I took some much-needed escape time over MLK weekend and tried our luck on an unknown B&B. Nestled in the big trees of the Santa Cruz Mountains, Redwood Croft is far enough away from civilization to be conveniently detached from cell phone and internet service. The owner informed us that a "croft" was a medieval word for a house, like this wood-and-stone manor, with adjoining land for a garden. (Garden might not be exactly the right word for the wild and lovely ramble of native plants that wound around the house.) The grounds begged me to tramp around with my camera. 

How do I know it was magical, you ask? Well, it was obvious, my dear Chronicles of Narnia fans. There was a lamp-post in the front yard. As if we'd come from the far country of Spare Oom.  

Actually, I knew it as soon as we turned on to the street. It was called Ice Cream Grade. 

Not to mention that there was a wishing well in the back. Pre-equipped with wishes.  

 Maybe not your typical storybook variety of magic, but certainly one that returned me to childhood: the giant trampoline under the redwoods. I hadn't jumped on a trampoline in years. I quickly rediscovered just how euphoric flying can be.  

Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of some of my favorite memories, such as sitting down to the sumptuous breakfasts served on vintage dishes, with taper candles and white poinsettias on the table (there are a few photos on the B&B's website). Or curling up to read by the warm woodstove in the evenings, a strand of Christmas lights twinkling just outside the window, a little old dog named Spinner snoring on a sheepskin on the couch. 

But with views like this to photograph, I didn't have many pictures left on my camera card anyway. 

Magic is everywhere, usually in the small things, if you're looking for it. Maybe it was just a little easier to see at Redwood Croft.

Did you have any adventures over the long weekend? Discover any small magic of your own?