One of my granddaughters and I set out with my dog Whimsy for a walk in the woods. We were hoping to find two other granddaughters in the woods who told us they had made a shelter and hide-away there.
We had a very pleasant walk together. A walk in the woods with granddaughters is a very special time. Two romping dogs make it even more so. We found the pond hidden in the woods and the dogs took full advantage of it. But where are the other granddaughters ?
Whimsy and Beatrix played in the shallow pond , but where are the other granddaughters ?
We discovered quite a few stumps and trees riddled with holes ...
...and one of the makers of the holes . A pileated woodpecker, one of many living in these woods , but where are the other granddaughters ? All it really took was my German Shepherd Whimsy to find them. We would have surely passed them by but Whimsy rushed to a hidden place in the woods and when I went to retrieve her I found her wagging her tail as she licked the other granddaughters profusely. She loves my granddaughters.
See ? You really would not find them if you did not know where they were or if you had not brought a dog who likes them with you ,
but yes, here they are in the bower and hide-away they made out of branches and leaves. A true hide-away , a magical place I know they will tuck into their memories of childhood to bring out and be remembered as happy times with cousins, with family.
This granddaughter and I ( and Whimsy ) left the other granddaughters to their hide-away in the woods and walked back home , sharing conversation and thoughts as we also simply enjoyed the walk. "
Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind." Rasheed Ogunlaru ~ " Walking is also an ambulation of mind " Gretel Ehrlich
10 comments:
Kathy, a delightful post and loved the walk. Wimsey is such a great companion; you both did well in choosing each other. I well remember my WV "hiding place"; it was a huge rock hidden by Rhododendrons and, I thought, hidden from everyone. Little did I realize Uncle Clarence and Aunt Esther would go there every morning to make sure there were no rattlers or copper heads around. It was my "reading rock" and still fondly remembered.
How fun!
Amy
How magical for them! xoxo
Your grandchildren are so lucky to have one another, and to have a grandmother who understands the necessity for building magical nests in the woods. I have such lovely memories of building 'camps' with my cousins when we visited my grandmother.
Kathy,
Walking in the woods! Sounds wonderful and relaxing. I love your dog's name, Whimsy.
Blessings,
d
That hideaway looks like a fun place. A walk in the woods seems like time well spent to me. I'm sure you enjoyed the day spent with all those sweet granddaughters. :)
Have just found your blog, we also had a lab. named Willow, much crying went he went to Dog Heaven. Now we have a lab called Whisper, hence the name of my blog. Enjoyed your writings
What wonderful, peaceful fun and I can just imagine the earthy scents of the trees and soil. Aaaahhhh!
Have a lovely Sunday ~ FlowerLady
One of the best memories of childhood are the hideouts we used to make in the scrub on the hill above our house. Thank you for taking us on your walk. It was such a vicarious delight. My own grandchildren do not have woods or fields to play in, so they make their hiding places in their bedroom closets and under the dining room table.
I have joined two of your blogs now. I see I have found someone who has more blogs than me. I daily maintain two and yet keep up the others three when I can. I like both of the blogs that I have joined very much.
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