river princess
A package from Mimi came for Zia in the mail…full of bright feathers and jungle stickers! After the first breathless moments of random sticking and unsticking, we decided to make a hat.
Then we took it down to the creek we’ve been playing in every day.
Our creek is just over a mile from our house. It has mossy banks and nice flat rocks to sit on…
where we float twig boats, fish for rocks, drive leaf cars, and have lots of other sweet adventures!
Today, we mostly just made River Soup.
There aren’t many places she would rather be than right here.
And there aren’t many toys she’d rather play with than a stick.
It brings back a thousand memories from when I was a kid. I lived to be out in the woods, out in the fields, at the edge of the creek, at the top of the cliff under a pine tree. There’s just something about breathing in the sweet, fresh air, about handling all those rough little (and big) bits of nature in your own two hands.
There’s also a bridge at another part of the creek. We always walk across it together, pretending we’re a couple of billy goats. Trip, trip, trip.
Then we sit and watch the waterbugs.
We’re thrilled with the sticker feather hat! And does she realize she has a teeny-tiny bit of Mohawk running through those little veins (from Mimi of course)?