|"Seed, flower, flower stem, we do not no"|
Youngest is busy being a nature detective this morning. I think she’s been working towards it for a while, considering the piles that have been accumulating by the front steps all week. Her energy is unbridled. It looks like we may have figured out the cause of her months-long stomach ache, and this morning she woke up pain-free.
And so she is busy out in the sunlight—exploring, collecting cataloging.
She called me out to see the pile of dandelion heads she gathered a few days ago.
“Mama, look—they bloomed!”
“Well, yes. They did!” The more I think about it, the more I have to agree.
Still she turns my world upside-down, and I am thankful.