Dirt. Stones. Pine cones. Leaves. Sticks. Acorns.
My kids wouldn't know how to live life without these inexpensive and found-nearly-everywhere commodities.
Every vine is a swing. Every hole is a bunker. Every log is the base for a fort. And every rock is a lookout. Though I'm not sure what they're bunkering from or looking out for.
Because three of my kids are boys.
And, it's the end of January and we're walking around the woods in t-shirts for crying out loud. That is reason number one to say settled here in NC.
Unanimous: not sitting in a desk and getting to play outside.
Sometimes I need their reminders that they really do like the path we're on.
My boys take turns flipping it and taunting it trying to get a reaction. No such luck. It was simply confused about being poked and made no effort to slither away from us.
God's gift of fresh air. Of active bodies. Of interesting critters. Of unique sounds and sights everywhere.
But mostly, God's gift of time to enjoy this.