Our driveway is really long, and there is so much to see and do!
We have gravel. “Hold this, Mama,” she says, handing me a pile of rocks. “This is a special rock,” she says, picking up several more. Then she sits on the side of the drive to sort them and throw them and rest her little legs.
“Look at this tree, Mama!” she says, genuinely impressed with this little pine we walk by every single day.
She stoops to admire the detritus of last year’s wildflowers. She comes running back, brown, withered gift in hand. “Mama! I pick you a flower!”
She stops dead in her tracks. “Eh-vee. Me name is ‘Eh-vee.”
“What’s your name?” I ask.
She grins up at me. “Roxy!” (Roxy is the dog.)
She ping-pongs back and forth from the grassy bank on one side to the grassy bank on the other. She runs away from the dog and from cars way up on the road. She looks for bugs and pokes around in the weeds. She admires the cows two fields over to the left and the horses two fields over to the right. Fortunately, our heifers were up by the barn today, else we’d have had to stop and visit with them, too.
And I’m so glad I get to spend those 45 minutes walking with this girl. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!