Forts and woods and friends. Sounds like a kid’s perfect afternoon.
And I think it was. At least they all had a very grand time.
A couple of weeks ago or so, my kiddos had friends come spend the afternoon with them, working on building forts in the woods. It was lovely outside and they took snacks and drinks and disappeared into the woods. They popped back in a few times, but I didn’t see a lot of them.
I ventured out later on to see their handiwork. I trekked back to the house for my camera, since I forgot to take it with me. I was impressed with their forts and I delighted in the happiness of childhood. I remember fun times I had playing in my Grandpa’s woods in Ohio. These days of children-not-yet-grown are sifting through our fingers. I feel it, but I don’t know how to slow it down or even to enjoy it quite like I should. So, I revel in watching them at their play and try to remember how fleeting each moment is. And I snap photos here and there, not even capturing all the moments I would like to.
A handy hall tree!
On our way to visit the girls’ fort…
Here we are!
Firewood pile. The girls are ready for winter.
SO MUCH FUN!