The smiles have returned! After a week of blank faces and hollow eyes my little energetic and smiley ones have come back! That was truly one horrible sickness that went through our house and we are all very happy to see the end of it.
It had been days since we had ventured outside, not even out into the yard. We were all in need of some crisp fresh air to rejuvenate our spirits. Jack declared a bush walk was in order. Always up for a meander amongst the trees, we grabbed our coats and hats and headed out for the morning.
Just what we all needed. It’s so peaceful in the bush, particularly at this time of year. All the parrots and kookaburras are tucked away out of the cold. All you can hear are your own foot steps crunching over fallen sticks and bark. It’s so beautiful, all those beautiful gum trees and hollowed out logs, just perfect for inquisitive little hands. And we know where one set of hands go, a much smaller set always follows.
And a trip into the bush just wouldn’t be complete without a play in possibly the most wonderful tree teepee I’ve ever seen. I don’t know who built it, we certainly didn’t. It looks as though it has been there for many years, with new additions made to it as new children stumble upon it.
I am so drawn to this teepee and all the imagining that would have happened there; all the grand adventures, all the battles fought, all the treasures found.
My sisters and I built so many teepees and cubbies when we were young; grand mansions, or temples or hidden refuges for exiled pirates. We spent countless hours gathering sticks and leaves to make booby-traps to protect our fortress. These are my fondest memories of my childhood, the hours and hours we spent together outside.
They may just be a few logs and branches but to the young uninhibited mind they are so much more. I hope that Jack and Sarah always have time to spend amongst the trees, and I hope the trees will always be there for them.
And look! A wattle blossom! Maybe the weather is starting to warm up.