Mike Smith (Illustrator)


Slipping away


  1. Pam Smy
    Posted January 3, 2014 at 6:04 pm | Permalink

    I remember those days! We had such fun with dandylion clocks, rosehips, and, as you say – dried leaves. A lump of chalk was a dream and skipping ropes would keep groups of girls happy for hours… and those hoops and sticks! Wonderful.

  2. Mike
    Posted January 3, 2014 at 9:24 pm | Permalink

    Yes! And I would like to point out that after the events depicted here I changed my behaviour: I stopped gawping at my phone while I’m walking along, and a couple of days later I caught a leaf.

  3. carrie
    Posted January 6, 2014 at 9:16 am | Permalink

    Years ago, at a sad time after my husband had left us, I took my kids and a bin-bag to a tree-filled park on a windy day. We raced around most of the afternoon, red-faced and laughing and caught 100 leaves. 100 happy days for us, I told them. We’ve had much more than that!

  4. Mike
    Posted January 6, 2014 at 2:21 pm | Permalink

    That is a wonderful little story. Thanks!

    May you catch many more.