Grass Babies
A new crop of grass has sprouted on the bank where Cyndie was battling Delilah to get her off the new seed. We have been blessed with some rain in the last few days, which is a big sigh of relief, but far from enough water to end the stress our trees are suffering for the second year in a row. The grass seed is able to drink it up because it is so close to the surface. It is really nice to be growing something other than weeds around here for a change.
Speaking of babies, twenty-five years ago today, our youngest was born on the day of our 7th wedding anniversary. September 19th is a special day for us. Thirty-two years ago, the number had no particular significance beyond being the Saturday far enough in September to hopefully have some fall color, yet early enough to hold a fair chance of being pleasant weather for an outdoor ceremony. It was both. In 1988, our day became doubly special with the arrival of our son, Julian.
Happy Birthday, Julo, our other jwh!
Relative Something 
Just been reading through your posts up to this one, Grass Babies, and so the response triggered reflects a number of them. I wanted to tell you about the long lost notion of milieu pedagogics that we used to practice in Denmark. The idea centered around taking children out into the world so that they could interact with it (rather than isolating them in schools), acting as the polar force of humanity, shaking us, adults, in particular, out of our preconceptions back into a state of joy, awe and wonder. Being able to witness and take part in the process was not only eye-opening but truly rejuvenating. So let me give you an example that relates to your theme:
You see one day it was raining quite heavily. I am not sure whether it was raining cats or dogs or elephants or giraffes, but one three year old, said it was raining ‘menchen’ – little people, She cried out to the rain, hey Menchen! How close you are when you see your grass sprouting as babies. For the little girl recognized us all as being water babies great and small. I wonder what has become of her. Soren Kirkegaard would have been so proud to have known her. I know I was!
Ian Rowcliffe
September 19, 2013 at 8:27 am
Wonderful story! Thank you!
johnwhays
September 19, 2013 at 9:45 am