Of course, for a lot people, this is NOT a fun way to spend the day. But my son and I have done this since he was a little boy.
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I remember when I was a little, the school librarian read our class a book about a girl who sat very still in the woods and little by little animals approached her. I always wanted to be that girl, and in many ways I was. Or, I am.
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I know when I saw Eliza Thornberry on TV, she was exactly the kind of kid I had wanted to be. The outdoors girl who had adventures and could secretly talk to animals.
In real life, I love to watch insects at their work, or hunt up frogs in the night with a flashlight. Many times I have pulled off the road to look at a run over snake or fox, or watch a heron stab a lizard on a tree, or a coyote lope across a field. I have chased after hedgehogs under bushes, and sat in my backyard watching as flying squirrels go from tree to tree.
Somehow there is solace in being outdoors. And these days I need a lot of solace.
Like these daffodils.
Great banks of them were growing in the vicinity of the crumbled foundation of what was once a house some hundred years ago. The bulbs, carried over time by soil and rain, divided and divided and divided I guess. So, although the people are long gone, and time has moved on, the flowers proliferate each year, popping up their shoots and showing their bright faces to the early spring sun.
And somehow, that raises my spirits.