Water is wonderful thing. It sparkles and shines. It feels cool and fresh. It pours and splashes in endless ways.
It won't come as a surprise, then, that watering the new grass has become a highlight of Miss S's day. She practically dances around me to wet her hands (or more) in the glittering spray from the hose. It's marvelous fun for her, but I have to confess that there are few aspects of this twice daily routine that I could pass on.
For starters, I have to strip her down to her birthday suit at the font door and find dry clothes twice a day. The bigger challenge, however, is keeping that excited little girl off the new grass.
We have a lovely story book out from the library this week that sums the situation up beautifully.
. . . or maybe it was the bears and all that stomping, because bears can't read signs that say things like "please do not stomp here -- there are seeds and they are trying."Bears. Toddlers. Neither can read signs.
We're still waiting and watering. Looking for those first green shoots.
. . . and the brown, still brown, has a greenish hum that you can only hear if you put your ear to the ground and close your eyes
That book, in case you're wondering is called And Then It's Spring by Julie Fogliano, illustrated by Erin E. Stead.