My Philosophy on Wildplaces
This Summer has been the most outdoorsy since I was a teenager. I have missed that. I have missed the sun and the mountains and fields.
Too many long hours and days and weeks and years shut up in an office, in a house, chained to dirty dishes, laundry, messy beds. Too many lifetimes wasted being practical.
But, I seem to have said goodbye to that part of me. I seem to have gotten past caring about the toilets and toys. Life is far too short to be lived behind closed doors.
On Saturday Jeffrey and I went for a walk in a Wildplace after we tucked in our little childlers. It was lovely. The moon was so full and close. Everything had a blue/white tinge to it. The world smelled so much fresher and crisp and somehow innocent. It is amazing the difference between night and day in a Wildplace. The things once familiar become strange and mystic and somehow even more beautiful. The Russian Olive Trees looked as if they were adorned with a lacey veil. Like a bride. From the bench beneath, we were covered for a delicate kiss. It was fantastic.
Alas, I paid a very heavy price for that frolic. I forgot that I am allergic to grass. Usually it isn't a problem because the grass only comes up to my feet. Or, if I am going to lay under a tree and read or watch the children play nearby, I have a blanket to sit on. It has become second nature to me, avoiding grass. So much so, that I completely forgot about my allergy.
When we got home, Saturday night, I was covered in hives, had a spider bite, and my eyes were swelling. The grass had been waist high, and we had run through it, playing with the boomerang. It was a deliriously perfect date. One I doubt we will repeat... unless I am wearing pants. Skirts and shorts in high grass only spell trouble for me.
I want my children to have an appreciation for nature. I want them to live for the days of running through the hills, playing in the rain, jumping through puddles, and making snow angels. Nature, in my eyes, is a very big part of a healthy childhood. And since we live in a state that is overflowing with Wildplaces mere minutes away from the city, I have decided to exploit it.
Outings have become a part of every day life.
It seems we go somewhere every day.
Somewhere naturey and wild.
And it helps to tire the kids out for their naps.
My favorite combination.
Yesterday instead of going to The Hollow, my friend Heather and I decided to try a new path. We drove up to the mountains (a mere 5 minute drive. I love that about where I live. If I want the mountains, they are right there.) and tried a new trail.
It was just Heather, her son Rowan, Keith and me.
Keith had to strip down, since Rowan did, and then the splashing ensued.
We stayed there and played and snacked until it got close to the boys' nap time.