And dead mice!
When I was little, outside play and dirt were the norms. Summers at the ocean were driven by my mom saying “get outside and play, don’t come back until lunch” Wouldn’t happen today.
Our youngest grand was here this last week unexpectedly because her sister was in the hospital. She is not used to being by herself. She is quite resourceful and loves to play outside, soaking up Vitamin N(ature). Dirty to her means the opportunity for a bath, (“can I have colours”) at bedtime. Friends? Way too many friends here.
And dirt! Sand to be particular. It goes in your Crocs and it comes out, too.
Oh, and the dead mice. We have a problem with mice in the barn, but the cats are on it. As for this little fellow, well, he lost his importance to real goats and chickens. Sometimes the Disney variety just doesn’t cut it. They get abandoned.
When the play is over, the only thing left to do is go in for lunch!
Lovely post, we all need a bit more dirt and vitamin N! 😄