Swathed in rainbow coloured silk she flits about the backyard. The morning sun highlights the copper in her hair. She is a butterfly, a bat, a bird. With pegs and a length of rope she has created a cave. A green dragon's tail hangs behind her. I watch her lips move in hushed conversation as she immerses deeper into her magic world.
Box loads of plastic have been bundled up and passed on to those less fortunate. In their place a humble basket of play silks. A treasure chest spilling over with stories to be told, scenes to be set, gowns to be worn. She returns to them time and time again and each day she views them with fresh eyes. Imagination is glorious.