My husband, Michael, and I raised two children, Jazmine and Levi, in an “eight-room farmhouse”  (just like in the John Mellencamp song “Small Town.”)  They were six and four years old, respectively, when we moved to this acreage and started the adventure of making it our home.

I saw firsthand how boys and girls approach Nature differently.  We would go for walks in the woods and Jazi would stop to look, touch and smell the flowers; Levi would walk behind us, whacking a tree every once in a while with a stick he had found.

The reaction of girls to flowers seems to be innate.  There’s a fascination that runs deep. Coupled with a child’s sense of magic and fascination with Nature,  it’s no wonder my granddaughter reacted to a spring day of sunshine like this:

“Tuki”, a spunky little six-year-old, came running into the house, squealing, almost in a panic, telling her mother she HAD to come outside and see – Come see!  Come see!   Though busy with a  baby and a 4-year old, she went outside to see what was so exciting.  As she looked out on the lawn of her own little country home her daughter was dancing joyously in a field of golden Dandelions that seemed to be dancing with her, singing with joy “Look at all the Dandelions that bloomed for ME!”

When we look at them through the eyes of a child, they are beautiful indeed.

When we look at them through the eyes of a child, they are beautiful indeed.

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