“Passion is lifted from the earth itself by the muddy hands of the young; it travels along grass-stained sleeves to the heart."

–Last Child in the Woods

After a long day in the car but before unpacking the suitcases their Dad suggested we go outside and walk as far as we could before sunset.  He and Brendan slowed down to throw the football back and forth.  Abbie skipped over to a patch of dandelions, grabbing as many as she could. 

By the time we got back to our hotel room all the cobwebs were blown out along with those seed heads. Everyone was finally ready to curl up under the blankets for the night.  

And I am finally working through the Last Child in the Woods, thinking of all the places to explore this summer. There are going to be lots of evenings like this, God willing.