There is quite a bit of construction work happening on our street, including significant amounts on our own frontage. Today we went up to cemetery hill to watch some fighter jets fly by and on our way home Anna started to play in the pit in front of our house. Grant told Anna that she isn’t supposed to cross the yellow tape line and that it says, “Caution” because it might be dangerous. Anna said, with shock, “It says ‘caution’? I thought it said, ‘Come in”! I love a child’s perspective of the whole world being a playground. When does that change? When do we start reading “caution” on everything instead of “Come in”?
In the same vein, when the workers pulled out our thicket in front of our house Lizzie sadly said, “There goes my fairyland.” It’s true. The kids spent hours and hours in there as small children. It had shrubs and trees all around, much taller than they, a stream that ran during the spring and early summer, a dirt hillside that they could dig in and a hole that went into the hillside that had no end. It was pretty magical. This is what it looked like before: (Thanks to google earth for the image since I failed to take a before shot.)
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