Thursday, 1 September 2011
Blowing dandelion clocks in slow motion
He took them on long walks with big bags, and collected hundreds of blackberries. He spent hours with them at the chicken coop, collecting eggs and letting the chicken run free so that the girls could chase them. He spent an afternoon with Betty putting about a billion miniature foam balls back into a washed bean bag. He picked bunches and bunches of Sweet Peas with them and got them to place them in vases all around the house. He did loads of cooking with them: they made blackberry and apple crumble, plum jam and a big roast dinner using all our veg from the garden that they picked themselves. He prepared breakfast for them using the jam that they had made together. He took them out in the rain with their umbrellas because that's what they love to do. He did some gardening with them, drew pictures, made up stories, took them shopping, and tended to them in the middle of the night.
He danced barefoot through sun-dappled meadows with them, blowing dandelion clocks in slow motion, with the sounds of 'Why do birds suddenly appear' drifting through the air.
Meanwhile, I spent time putting up shelves, cleaning windows, clearing out the shed, and taking stuff to the rubbish dump.
Posted by Elsie Button at 11:21