Go to "the beach"
Play in the treehouse
Fill the bird feeders
Swing on the hammock
Hike down "Bottles & Bones", a trail my Mom named
Ride the golf cart
Ride "Grandpa's motorcycle" (ATV)
Play with the toys downstairs (a collection of mismatched toys saved from our 80's childhood, with a few thrift store additions)
Could you die? When I heard their list, my perspective shifted like a gear, and I saw the natural playground my parents always intended it to be for their grandchildren. And it is.
|The treehouse at dusk|
|Those hills to the east are called the Seven Sisters|
|On the treehouse steps|
|The redbuds were in bloom, and my amateur inner photographer went wild|
|Last year at Christmas Ginger said she wanted a toy tractor "just like Grandpa's." So my Dad hunted down an exact toy replica, same color, same brand, on ebay, and gave it to her. She cherishes it.|
Ginger has had terrible allergies this spring, so I worried about taking her out where there would be nothing but nature, and no air conditioning for relief, but in fact they didn't bother her one bit all weekend, her watery eyes only returning when we got back home.
Not to say she didn't cry; she wouldn't be Ginger if she didn't. It just wasn't because of allergies.
|Building sand castles at "the beach", a just-the-right-size sandy spot. My Mom keeps a stash of buckets and shovels for year-round sandy fun.|