Friday, March 23, 2012
Friday Morning with Beauty and Young Folk . . .
But then look down, look close, and see what the same sun that paints those clouds red does to the sporophytes (fruiting bodies) of the moss on our rock wall. . .
We have my 11-year old twin nieces and their friend staying with us for a few days during spring break, and I'm so pleased they still think their Aunt & Uncle are worth a visit. Edging toward the teen years, into the double digits, they still infuse the place with a spirit of childhood that seems so basic to a beach house. Paul's busy right now putting together a Scavenger Hunt for them, similar to one he set up on their last visit, two or three years ago. Later today, they'll be handed the first clue and will spend the next few hours puzzling and then hurtling the length of the island at least twice, consulting the map, perhaps even the dictionary (their uncle's a bit of a fiend with the clues). From the sidelines we'll savour the action, knowing it may well be the last Scavenger Hunt we host for that generation as these two are our youngest nieces/nephews. (And in a few years, Nola should be ready to pick up the torch, and another generation of Hunts will be launched . . . )
It passes by quickly, doesn't it, this beautiful life, as one generation passes to the next. Are you finding ways to savour it, today? Do tell . . .