Ivy Jones was small and blonde, grown was she in the Wildest Wood.
A rock lived in the middle part (right by her heart) and, by it, Ivy stood.
I love you rock, said Ivy's heart, the boulder resting still.
All Ivy had was the rock in the sand, and it was all that she needed.
Until.
Ivy's mystical woodland journey and the garden she creates for herself along the way take on new meaning when she loses the very thing which gave her courage to do both in the first.
