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Out of a world that seems

To us today

A world of long ago

And far away,

A world of old, gold dream,

These old, gold stories flow.

Yet out of it's golden gleams,

Out of it's golden glow,

Into our own time streams

The world we know.

Out of this ground we grow.

Isabel Wyatt

I have Spring-Fever!

I am still on my "take it easy" orders from the Doctor. With all this resting I have had a lot of time to reflect on things.

Isaac, almost eight, is playing a lot more sports with neighbor friends than last year at this time. His boy energy if funneled into cooperative strategies and good sportsmanship. It's mainly because the one family with two boys rarely want to play anything else. Isaac is very easy going. Just as long as there's fun in it!

When all the kids are out the favorite is "family", where being the baby, so I hear, is the "best" role. They use the sand area as their kitchen, making baby food and banquets for their large family. The men go hunting for food with stick-guns. Sometimes this permanently removes the men-boys from playing house as they find the hunt far more satisfying than being told what to do by a bunch of girls (go figure!).

The kids bring in all sorts of unknown games and play that I am completely unaware of as well. We moms keep an eye out the windows but we aren't privy to every word spoken like we were when we sat within ear-shot. There's a lot of running, laughing, yelling sometimes, equipment is shared and discarded in each other's yards.

But by far...tree climbing really rocks now...I mean REALLY rocks! He climbs with friends and alone but I believe he prefers solitude when he is in the cradle of these giants. It's difficult to sit and watch my little one happily swaying back and forth with the wind at the top of trees. I shouldn't be surprised because he did tell me he wished he were a bird. So, I engage his senses in a story and talk him down a few branches to slow my heart rate.

It all started here in my post The Perfect Playground. I really am happy he's still climbing.