Daydreaming

We have rocks next to our driveway.  Lots of rocks.  The previous owners used it as another parking space, and we have, too, on occasion.  Karina thinks the rocks are fantastic.  She loves to pick them up and play with them.  Rocks have come inside with her, they've gone on walks with us, and they've been moved to different areas of the yard.

Lately, Karina's been doing something else with the rocks.  Very diligently, she has been cleaning them up for us.  Such a little helper.

This used to be David's and my toybox when we were kids.  It is awaiting a cleanup by my husband, and so the lid has been removed.  It is sitting on our rock-driveway area.  Every day, she puts some more rocks in the box.  "There are rocks in my box..."


(Ever read that book, "There are Rocks in My Socks Said the Ox to the Fox"?  It's by Mordicai Gerstein.  I highly recommend it.)