“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.” -Fred Rogers of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Growing up is not easy. I remember adults saying, “Oh, don’t wish you were older than you are, childhood is…
Between the woods the afternoon Its fallen in a golden swoon, The sun looks down from quiet skies To where a quiet water lies, And silent trees stoop down to the trees. And there I saw a white swan make Another white swan in the lake; And, breast to breast, both motionless, They waited for…
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” – J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
“Thump, thump, plunk, plunk!” Hear that? It’s Ryder hitting a tree with a hammer. Not a kid hammer, a full-fledged Daddy hammer. Why is he doing it? Because he’s three I suppose. He’s now out of site and I hear him crying after a good “ka-plunk!”. I imagine whatever he decided to impale next returned…
Cold dark dirt between my toes, I reach down to grab the earth and let it sift through my fingers. I push the shovel deep into the earth hardened by winter’s storms and flip it over to let the sun and air work its way through every particle. It is gardening time and my soul…