Observations of a Farmgirl:
We go for a nature walk almost daily....me and the kid. She's two and a half.... I'm 54 years and 5 months. I carry a "walking stick"...which is really a cane, not because I'm feeble, but because the sidewalks in our neighborhood are warped from the roots of giant oak trees. She carries a walking stick because she thinks it's cool...and because I carry one. We also take a basket with a long handle so we have a place to put our treasures. I wasn't aware of all the treasures that are out there...until me and the kid started taking walks. By the end of our walk we would both have pockets full of leaves, acorns, rocks.....and a few unidentifiable objects. Thus the basket.....now we have a place for all our treasures. It also comes in handy when we want to take our shoes off for "just a minute"....so we can walk through a fresh puddle left by our most recent rain shower. I am constantly in awe of her wonder of everyday things that most of us adults take for granted.... never giving a second thought to. A speck on the sidewalk so tiny that I can hardly see it....much less make out what it is, can keep her attention for what I perceive as hours. She picks it up and rolls it around and around in her little hand....as she mutters something like...."wow'...or my favorite...."holy moly" and wonders out loud what it is. It's usually a pod of some sort. Acorns are a favorite...and if the "cap" is attached, she'll work vigorously until she removes it...and then works just as hard to put it back on. They ALWAYS go in the basket!
Magnolia leaves have become a favorite lately....but we have yet to find a magnolia blossom on the ground. We have a rule that we can't pick it....unless it's a little wild daisy......so we are waiting for one of those magnificent magnolia blossoms to fall. We can stand under a magnolia tree for hours...(or so it seems) looking up and spotting all the blossoms....and wishing out loud that one would fall right then and there. I hope that it happens........us standing there under the tree and a big beautiful blossom gently floats down and lands at her feet.
Holy Moly!!!
Affirmations of a Farmgirl:
Nothing happens........but first a dream.
Carl Sandburg
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Love this post. The image of the magnolia blossom floating down to her feet . . . magic! And even if it never actually happens, the magic is there, in her hopes and in your soul.
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