The babies drew from the environment around them as they would choose a toy from the cupboard at home. With each new day they would swing open the doors of the natural world and peruse its offerings. A gathering basket holding an abundant and eclectic collection, or perhaps a simple net and old jar. Clutching rudimentary tools they dug holes, scraped away dirt and created new landscapes for their play. Watercolours were at hand for tetchy times when all needed to ground and calm for a time - nothing quite soothes a befuddled soul as swishing colour about. And we taught them the enchanting art of cloud reading filling the sky with fluffy elephants and mermaid tails.
Wriggly little worms in dirty hands, water filled gumboots and feathers. Active bodies and enquiring minds. Fresh air, sunshine and leaves. Happy beings.
I think we might head somewhere green today...