With Penny.. On an adventure..
I am following you around the yard.
It’s June and we’re looking for all the things that thrive.
You’re eight-and-three-quarters.
Animals and insects love you.
They stop what they’re doing to greet you.
You spend your time talking to them.
I am amazed.
This is what we do every morning while your sister sleeps in.
We walk our half acre and I talk about what I plan to do with the yard.
A retaining wall out back
where I’ll build up the soil and place our beehives.
A workshop where the shed is
at the edge of the driveway.
And you talk about the ants and spiders.
You wonder why the grass is wet in one part of the yard
But not the other.
You wonder.
We wander.
We eventually make it back to the bunny nest.
You pet a wild bunny the other day.
Then you pet another one yesterday.
It’s become our focus
And I don’t want to forget it.
I don’t want you to forget it.
When you walk by the nest, they don’t move.
When I walk by the nest, they run.
You are everything.
And not just to the bunnies.
Tribe Of Flannel 