Seeing with childhood eyes.

Lazing around under the umbrella shade, of, a huge sprawling fifty year old, pear tree, trying to keep cool, adults and kids stuffed full of Christmas fare were enjoying a rare day of togetherness.

In the center of the picnic blanket, lying flat on her back, tiny granddaughter, pretty in sparkly pink, fairy dress, with lots of net under layers like a tutu.  A flash back for me, to the fifties era, rock n roll dancing skirts.

Watching her peering with great intensity into the massive green canopy above us, I asked her what she could see.

“There’s beautiful birds sitting up there, Nannygranny.”

Oh, for eyes to see the beauty in our everyday, like the little brown sparrows in Granddaughter, Lucia’s, tree branches.


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