I have been spending this month reading a book called Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children From Nature-Deficit Disorder. (It's SOO good. Read it) Needless to say, I have been paying attention to my interactions with Nature much more closely.
While I was in the park reading yesterday, I noticed the sounds around me. The dominant ones were the echoing cars, the lacrosse practice next to me, and the doors shutting from people coming to enjoy the park. But if I listened more closely I could still hear the wind and the occasional bird chirp.
The Birds are my favorite. I have grown accustomed to waking to the sound of the morning gossip being spread through their chirping.
I can hear the kite above me flapping in the wind. The Wind chills my skin and reminds me that it's still a wintery-spring.
It's a beautiful spring tease.
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2 comments:
I have to say, I am really coming to enjoy your blog. I was outside all the time as a kid and getting a big back yard was a must when my husband and I bought a house. We live 4 blocks from my kid's school and my kid walks home, but other mothers are all aghast at it and even my neighbor has come to me concerned that my kid (7 next month) plays around our cul-de-sac unsupervised. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Nothing like everyone second guessing your mothering choices to make you second guess yourself. I MUST read this book. Like NOW! Re-frikken-LAX people.
Mrs. B. You would absolutely eat up this book. Go get it ASAP. Kids need freedom. Yours will be more controlled and imaginative because of their ability to explore outside.
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