The Art of Picking Perfection

"You can spend your whole life looking for the perfect one and none of it would be a waste. "

"They are all perfect."
With great care, he chooses the perfect cherry. Attila has learned the fine art of picking and eating. This has to be about a year and 1/2 ago. Our lovely neighbor, Pearl, invited us over to come pick as many cherries as we could since she had gotten all that she needed to make her pies.

That mentality of working the land and sharing is so beautiful for me. Will I be able to create a purposeful, sustainable and lovely landscape on land where my little warriors will be able to discover, work, play and love just being? I can only hope and plan. Work hard, play hard and rest well seems like a good basic recipe.

Attila has taken on so much. He started the school year in Kindergarten and soon moved into 1st grade and was put in a higher reading class. His main weakness is in writing, which I do fear he has come by quite naturally. He reads with great animation and has even corrected me as in my end-of-the-day exhaustion, I am lacking during the bedtime reading ritual. "No, it's like this." His enthusiasm is contagious and the story is saved and completed. At this time he is quite fond of Calvin and Hobbes.

This past month, there was a gingerbread man on the loose in his school and he worked very hard to find him and the escapee from the other 1st grade classroom. We even went one evening and the kind evening custodian let us in to check out in the principal's office, in trash cans, behind desks, in the cafeteria and all over, but the tricksters were nowhere to be found. Attila wanted to make sure his class knew that he was hard on the trail of the gingerbread man. We even looked in the pre-school playdough that smelled like gingerbread, but to no avail.

Imagination is an amazing gift. I hope we never lose sight of that gift. May he imagine wonders that he brings to happen.

Love