“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—
air, mountains, trees, people. I
thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
Sylvia Plath
After a day at Journey Through the Arts summer camp, I wondered if the Toronto grandkids would be tired. Tired or not, green grass was calling. The littlest one has typical youngest child challenges.... keeping up, stuff like that. While her sister stayed inside, crocheting a bumble bee for a friend, Nora practised her cartwheels and hand stands. For about ¾ hour we had a lot of this....
... and then.... when everything aligns and you finally figure it out.
Frances joined us and set the bar higher for her younger sister. No rest for the youngest.
Their enthusiasm for the wide spaces reminded me of kittens back on the farm. In the cooler evenings, they would make their way from the barn to the lawn to play with us. Maybe young kids and kittens more alike than we think.
You'd think they would be tired after all of that tumbling. But no. Next item: a new game: Nora throws the "frisbee" towards Frances while Frances flexes her body in ways I can only dream about. Thank goodness for the camera's "burst" feature. Now we were making art.
I had to sort through a couple of hundred of images to find these ones.
There are three more days left in this particular Grandma Heaven. It's been a privilege to witness these two hooligans morphing into caring, creative and fun young ladies. I just hope I can keep up.
“Time is a game played beautifully by children.”
Heraclitus, Fragments
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