A walk with the young ones
I've taken a couple of days holiday to spend some time with the children. The weather this summer has been very poor apart from a week or so when we went away. So it was great yesterday to have a fine day and a chance to go off with the 2 little ones and Nelson.
In the morning Mabel had an opportunity to go and help one of our neighbours with her horse. Mabel has recently decided she loves horses and everyday asks me if we can buy one. I somehow manage to avoid saying "no" outright and she carries on dreaming...
On our walk she told me about her morning experience and came out with a wonderfully descriptive expression about how happy it had made her. "Daddy, I was so happy this morning it felt like my heart was smiling." Wow. That knocked me over.
We walked on down my favourite local track (The Drove Road or Green Lane as we know it) noting the fruits that were nearly ready, avoiding a dead rat, squashing dock leaves to fix a sting from nettles, picking the odd stray ripe blackberr y that was ahead of the crowd until we reached a big field full of flowering clover. I dropped the back pack with Millie in to the ground, extracted her from the device and the girls ran full on into the field and threw themselves spontaneously into the flowers. A lovely sight to see.We sat in it and made Clover chains (like Daisy chains but with Clover...)
We sat and played for a while and enjoyed the moments. All this is free and was one of the best times I've had in ages. On the way back we stopped off at the newly created woods and spotted loads of ladybirds (Millie was fascinated by them) and a baby frog or toad hopped by. A lovely afternoon.
4 comments:
A lovely, lovely post all around.
Thanks Goldenrod. Lovely to be able to write it too.
Lovely post. Of all the memories of my childhood, the two happiest are: 1. of a walk with my dad in damp fields when I was about three and he showed me a snail climbing up a long dry straw stalk. I was mesmerised, and 2. of a walk with my mum, cousins and auntie in golden cornfields on the edge of a city in the late afternoon sundown. I remember these far more vividly than all the birthdays or Christmases or any of the rest of it. So who needs X-boxes and all the hideous paraphernalia of modern childhood?
Thanks Polly. It has to be one of my happiest memories of the summer. Its simple pleasures such as those that mean the most, thats for sure.
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