Walking in the woods today, the children delight in what they find around them: a cool rock, some very special sticks, those little round popper things that fall off the trees in the spring. They run ahead sometimes, and hang back. They slide down hills on their bums, joyful in the dry leaves that cushion their journey. The sun shines through the trees, dappled. The black flies feast. The river rushes below.
This makes my heart sing.
This makes my heart sing.
2 comments:
There's something very magical about children exploring outdoors. Almost spiritual.
...smiling at woodland beauty and playful curious lovely children...
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