Friday, March 27, 2009
The water rushes through the pods, and swirls around,spiralling down, creating chaos. The children sail their hand made boats, dam the walls with rocks, watch the water spill over the sides, and build little fairylands.
Water, that magical substance, where would play be without it.
When I am talking to people and refer to the trees as the forest, they always look around and say, where?. So even though we think it is a forest, technically speaking it might be an exageration if you were thinking of 100 year old redwoods!
Middle and third boys wanted grass seed catchers( um, I can't think of their real name, do they have a real name, anyone?) like their big brother, so they were quickly made, whilst the Ute was been filled with tools.
Whenever I have had a baby, everyone always say's ' Your children all look alike, like peas in a pod'. But I could never see it.
I do now.