Chatting, Camping, and Castles
And he did quite a bit of rolling through the night on first William camping trip last weekend. It was camping at its finest. George Wilder is ready to set up the tent and Amelia built our fires. We found the perfect camping spot, which miraculously involved a bluegrass camp for the kids!
A cowboy hat and a kilt. A spray bottle, some old chalk and some sea shells. An old Thanksgiving candle. A bouquet of yard flowers. A clump of rescued plants from the garden. Old bricks stacked into a two foot wall. An old piece of fencing. Two wooden chairs.
A grand castle kept tidy and inviting.
She doesn't stop caring for her space. It is just that, but it is hers and she has created it. I keep bringing her little pieces of this and that to give it some character, but her character is inviting enough. She journals about it. She has been dreaming about it. If we are not in the middle of a lesson or a meal or in out of the rain -- she is there. William toddles along behind her. He sits with her there and chats and throws the remnants of an old baseball Amelia found in the dirt right there in the castle!
My garden is growing right beside the castle so I'll thin my lettuce and transplant the garlic and, of course, spray for bugs while she chats about her latest activities or invites me to have my hands painted with her new paint.