On the Edge of Enchantment

An unforgettable early childhood memory was one of riding a horse in a woodland of oak trees. The woody aroma, as well as the wondrous space created under that canopy of trees was a sensory experience and one of  enchantment. I can remember so clearly the warm, dappled light and the quiet hush among the trees, with only the rustling sound of the horse’s hooves disturbing the bed of dry leaves as he walked through them. Are there enchanted forests, I think so, and you might find magical horses living there too.