Monday, November 28, 2011


Checking on frozen paraphernalia, melting in the sun:
Proving strength, hauling compost:
Being watched, every move...
...she explores our humble half acre;
Her hair-length is even more alarming to me than it is beautiful...
...this little human is already creating her own agendas; water. must. be. sprayed.
I take a moment to lay below a bird-filled canopy, with her little sister, while I marvel.
...and she sprays.
And sprays.
And sprays.
There is no mission more important to a 2.5-year-old girl than spraying all that must be sprayed;
...except perhaps freeing a Duplo dog from an icy prison she could not have foreseen would be so torturous when she eagerly suggested he join the caps, daisies and dandelions in the icrecream tub of then-water.
I am grateful for The Lighthouse Garden.
And for the Z's of bees, the flit of fantail feathers, tyre swings,
...and crocheted capes.
You're Super alright, my little Outdooreskinator.
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