The weather yesterday was just lovely. Not too hot, not too humid.
We had to spend a few extra moments outside before bedtime, soaking in the fresh air.
All six of us yern to be outside all of the time, in nature. It's not always easy to accomplish... With my husband working during the week. Myself having dishes, house cleaning, etc to be done.
But we try to spend as much time outside as possible.
Usually barefoot, feeling the earth beneath us. Energised by it. Grounded.
Yesterday, we played in the trees.
I love this poem by David McCord. It describes my childhood experiences, climbing all of the trees.
Every time I climb a tree
Every time I climb a tree
Every time I climb a tree
I scrape a leg
Or skin a knee
And every time I climb a tree
I find some ants
Or dodge a bee
And get the ants
All over me.
And every time I climb a tree
Where have you been?
They say to me
But don’t they know that I am free
Every time I climb a tree?
I like it best
To spot a nest
That has an egg
Or maybe three.
And then I skin
The other leg
But every time I climb a tree
I see a lot of things to see
Swallows rooftops and TV
And all the fields and farms there be
Every time I climb a tree
Though climbing may be good for ants
It isn’t awfully good for pants
But still it’s pretty good for me
Every time I climb a tree.
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