One of the great joys of grandparenting for me is sharing nature with my citified grandkids.
Everything is a marvel, whether ladybug or snake, thunder or campfire.
One morning we found a bumblebee immobile with cold on great-Grandad’s marigold. We carried it into the sunshine and watched as it slowly began to move its limbs, test it wings, creep about and at last fly away. What wonder.
Then hand-in-hand the one grand-daughter and I walked up the road discovering wayside flowers—tiny insignificant things to every other passerby, but us. We collected pictures.
Another day we all took a trek into the scary bush and down to the stream.
We found no bears, but there was a snake to hold.
(and yes, he did hold it bravely, until it pee’d!)
Rocks and water make a playground like no other…
complete with balancing beam!
And for baby there was moss…
…and on another day—shivery water!
We had first campfires (scary!)
and first S’mores.
We beached and sunbathed.
And ate a little sand I suppose. 
And baby had his first watermelon
It’s a wonder-full thing sharing nature with the grandkids!
–LS
Children’s children are the crown of old men (and women?!),
And the glory of children is their father. Prov.17:6