The kids used the stumps we arranged in Grandma's yard last fall as school desks to do their work. And then as a table at lunch time. And then in the afternoon they had multiple uses in several different games. They spent hours outside in what feels like a private wooded world. Exactly the way it should be. It gave me the feeling that things are just right in our world. If only for a few days.
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| Dad taught Anabelle to shoot a bebe gun. She took to it. A deal was struck that if she could hit within a designated area he would give her a pocket knife. She worked at it for the few days we were there and on the morning we were packing up, she got it. That knife is very sharp. And that Anabelle is very ten. And we have found it accessible to her smaller siblings a few times now. Some training needs to occur. But watching these two sit out together in the clearing while Anabelle worked at her goal was something special. They were both truly delighted to be in the other's presence. Like there was no other place either of them wanted to be. You don't see that often. |
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| Checking Anabelle's shot |
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| making soup out of berries and treasures from the woods |
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