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!)
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!
Children’s children are the crown of old men (and women?!),
And the glory of children is their father. Prov.17:6