She would routinely clamber up to the fourth rung and chatter and pick and muse and reach (I only felt comfortable climbing up to the third rung on the uneven ground with the blowing wind). So, I stood right there ready to catch if need be. Her balance only faltered once and she caught herself on a branch without need of my outstretched arms. She quickly spotted another red beauty and continued picking undeterred.
After a slow hour of this up and down, she moseyed over to her little wading pool while I finished up. I could hear her singing to herself about cherries and faeries in the tall, tall tree and being higher than a spire. I don't know if she knows what a spire is, she may have just been rhyming sounds together.
It challenged my patience once or twice, but I wouldn't trade this for an efficient cherry harvest any day.
no pictures of Ayla, it was too hot for clothes :)
I wrote this in a post from last summer titled becoming.
It's all in process. The end product may be the goal, but enjoying the process makes for a great life.
Using a wet paint brush on the chalk resulted in a pretty gentle wash of a color.
May your day be filled with colorful beauty.