He loves to be outside. A sign of a day well spent, a good day, is dirty knees and muddy bath water. He will fill his pockets with rocks and sticks and any other "treasure" he can sneak in. Yesterday it was a dried out dead worm.
He has conversations with the trees and the wind. Stops to smell every flower he passes. Thinks dandelions are beautiful and dandelion seeds are magical.
The Earth has music for those that listen.~~Shakespeare
In every walk with nature one receives more than one seeks. ~~John Muir
I won't pretend that he is always unplugged and never watches TV, but it's a balance. I like that most of the time when given the option he chooses to be outside. I love to watch his imagination unfold with something as simple as a stick. I love to see how kind he is to even the smallest bug. It makes my heart happy to know that our love of the outdoors is becoming part of him.
Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere else. ~~Einstein