(The author begs your indulgence if you already read this on Facebook. The blog seems a better home for it. Thank you for reading and commenting. — The editor)
A whole ocean spreads out before them
But for two little boys
A string of shallow pools
And some rocks
Are quite enough.
Splashing water with foot-stomping fierceness
They move rocks from pool to pool.
They wallow in the deepest one
Like beached sea lions.
All the while, the ocean calls
In vain.
It sends dolphins to entice them
But the boys will have none of that.
Yesterday, at a children’s park,
It was the rolling green lawn, the wind twisted climbing trees, and the incurious squirrels
That captivated their imaginations.
Not the swings, not the slides, not the plastic and rope confections of an adult’s imagination.
They are like cats with boxes and Christmas wrapping.
Give us nature’s raw materials,
they seem to say,
And we will build sailing ships and castles
And fantastic flying machines
In our fertile minds.
Musings, Magic, San Miguel and More 
Absolutely lovely. Both words and pics.
Sent from my iPad
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Thanks, Mike!
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Wonderful, wonderful!
Heather Collins856 Tiny Beaches Rd SouthTinyOntarioL0L 2T0heathercollinsk@icloud705 427 9435
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Just a fabulous story in words and photos!! Quite excellent. Thank you for sharing with us.
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Quite fabulous!!! Such lovely words and photos. Thank you for sharing.
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Nice Robert. It warms my heart to see youngsters interacting with the natural world.
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How nice those two little boys had each other to share their experiences. They look like they are close in age. Years ago our family gathered in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada for a wedding. (the middle of the PRAIRIES) One family had arrived from Vancouver Island, BC. As my mom and I tried to occupy my great niece we took her for a walk outside. Our walk was on a street with many rocks. Mom and I watched this little one repetitively pick up rocks and then put them down. When we finally asked her what she was doing she said, “Looking for crabs”. Poor thing. We returned her to her father and told him he needed to explain the difference between the rocks at home on the beach and their Grandma’s rocks in Saskatchewan.
Although I rarely comment, I do so enjoy your pics and articles. Somehow you manage to make San Miguel feel like it’s not so far away. THANKS
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Thank you for your thoughts and memories. Delightful!
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