There is a very special spot in my backyard. It started out in 1955 as a brick planter in front of a trellis where presumably a vine would grow. By the time I moved in the planter was vacant and even though I may have the reputation of a green thumb I was never successful at getting any plants to take root. It has now become the home for the remnants of my rock collections and the stacked wood slices from science displays in my classroom. I added play sand, beautiful stones from vacated classroom aquariums, sea shells, spoons, scoops, and little plastic creatures.
This past weekend the littlest grandchild and I spent most of our time here. We added some buckets of water and formed lakes and streams. We buried the treasures and found them again. We made waterfalls that ended in a puddle of shiny marbles. We lost track of time and didn’t quit until the thunder chased us in.
I’m sending him a reminder of this special place in some snail mail. This mail is inspired by our fun weekend digging in the sand and our favorite I Spy books.
I have always enjoyed reading, writing, and talking about books with the biggest grandchild. One of my first letters to him was a survey. I asked him to fill it out and send it back to me. When asked about his favorite book he answered, Diary of A Wimpy Kid. They are funny, we have read them together, and I laughed aloud. One special part of the book was the “cheese touch”. It’s a game kind of like cooties. It all started when a piece of cheese was left on the ground near the basketball court;
“Then one day, this kid named Darren Walsh touched the Cheese with his finger, and that’s what started this thing called the Cheese Touch. It’s basically like the Cooties. If you get the Cheese Touch, you’re stuck with it until you pass it on to someone else. The only way to protect yourself from the Cheese Touch is to cross your fingers.”
Recently the biggest grandchild and I both read Wonder, and the “cheese touch” was mentioned again, this time it wasn’t so funny. Wonder is one of those books I think we all should read.
So I found this piece of cheese, meant to be a coaster. I thought it might make some interesting snail mail.
A monsoon storm is brewing and it looks like it will be a big one. I’m headed to the porch again, where I’m safe and dry, to get ready to watch the lightning over the mountains.
Thanks for listening. Take care.