Nature’s spoils.
March 24, 2011

Flipping through computer files I found this, a shot from November.

I’ve been taking Charlotte on a daily walk (or mostly-daily when it’s cold) since her third day of life, but it wasn’t until she was about fourteen or fifteen months old that she began taking an interest in the little bits of wild along our walks.  She would snatch a handful of berries, tote along a rock, stuff a couple nuts into her pockets.  For awhile, I took a photograph of her gems each time.

Then I just sort of stopped.  The pictures all began to look the same - always a lump of rocks, maybe a pinecone, possibly a rose petal, probably some grass or a few sticks - and I tired of the project.

Looking at those images again makes me think I should start back up.  I love seeing what caught her interest, remembering the feeling of her warm sticky hands shoving orange flowers in my pockets, thinking about how she lit up when she found something new.  And I love the little reminders of moments nearly forgotten.  Memories of how I made a little juice person out of a half-rotten orange and a bunch of sticks she’d collected, or how we put the rocks into a canister and let her shake them like a rattle, or how we lined up pecan nuts and used a makeshift slingshot (hairband and a stick) to scoot them down the driveway.

Okay, that last one might have been only me.  But whatever.  She got a kick out of watching the pecan nuts go flying.


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  1. By kbreints on March 24, 2011

    It is the little moments and things that are so easily forgotten that make up our lives. Take those pictures, and then keep them with a journal about your walk that day!

  2. By Leslie Crane on March 24, 2011

    I love this post! One of my favorites :)


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