Kennesaw wood
Happy with our find, we tucked the books away snug in the car, and continued by foot through the town. We came upon a park which we have visited with the children on another occasion, but being alone we decided to venture inland, discovering several small grassy fields, and a few wooded trails. The most remarkable things about the park were the enormous oak trees sheltered within. I am sure they have seen such changing terrain in their lifetime. We even saw a big whitish bird swoop down in front of us, but we were both so surprised we didn't get a good enough look to determine owl or hawk. Either way, it was no doubt a magical bird, perching and swooping amidst old, magical oak trees, in the interior of a magical wood. In fact, I am not entirely sure that if I were to return with the kids the fields and paths would exist at all.
As it was growing darker, we turned back to the town and headed to one of a few local restaurants, the Trackside Grill. Together we had corn muffins, coffee, salad, catfish, meat, and remembered and dreamed until the clock struck 6:30. Then it was back home to tuck the little ones away for the night...
The next day Hubry read both books to the kids - and they could not get enough.