Once full bellies are rested a bit, a game of Monster in the Meadow is in order. Little monsters scatter, running and shrieking with glee as the big monster chases and tickles them.
Monsters of all shapes and sizes love to play in the Monster in the Meadow.
When the monsters settle down a little bit we find the magnifying glasses and look for details that spark our interest.
The children lose themselves in the intricate details of the trees that boarder the meadow.
There are whole worlds waiting to be discovered in the spring blossoms.
I, too, lose myself in detail of the meadow. On a warm spring day there is plenty of time and space to ponder the beauty of the spring flowers, the modesty of an oak tree, hanging on to it's leaves all winter, and the symmetry of mating insects.
As we are packing up and heading home my son asks if he can give the meadow a hug...of course you can hug the meadow.