sunday morning with the kids.

Strawberries were very much on my mind for that morning with the children.

However, the weekly lack of available transportation [to carry out my well known ability to create spontaneous "adventures"] and universal chaos lead the weekend pack with NO PLANTS. we did manage to slowly establish the main paths, carelessly search for one another and one of many of the hidden fig trees, and took advantage several times, the compostable "potty"...which is well equipped with handwritten instructions, faded cotton southwestern back drop, and handwashing station.

on arrival, its awkward. a minivan is sure to fail trying to get up a rutted earth road...so we park in a gravel lot and walk up to the earth road from the paved road.

and then we walk...and walk...and hike up a rock laden trail shaded and shadowed by a variety of large trees...its a "tall" hill, but up to the top opens up to a very real natural "untouched" world,

quiet.

there is some struggle walking with the younger children, so the older ones go on...on their own adventure. first stop was the "potty"...we spent a great deal of time here...while i "meticulously" snipped at overgrowth with cranky handshears, directing and observing children...who quite successfully help each other...we head sporadically down the hill and reach a sweet spot in a light ray of light,

quiet.

snipping back and forth with the cranky sheers...childrens voices in the close distance...

reaching the partial barn to find widdeling and imaginative play..as if there was a mountain musician softly recalling a tune with a battered string instrument...or bells.

and then we go...chattering and taking advantage the last bits of nature and solidarity.

late summer, cusp of autumn

                      compostable outhouse

                  view of main garden [overgrown]

partial barn built by tony vanwinkle