Grab a handful of wildflowers. Lie down in the grass, face turned up towards the sky, feel the warmth. Close your eyes and make a wish and blow. Watch the dandelion fuzz flutter away on the breeze.
The wonder of nature through the eyes of a child, down on all fours grabbing at slugs and snails, peering intently at antennae, scooping up handfuls of minnows and tadpoles. Squatting in the grass, poking at roots with a stick, mind wandering through time and space, head cocked at the whistle of a bird. Eyes peeled for movement, silent, introspective concentration.
Plated Stories still on summer vacation.
Summer afternoon - summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
~ Henry James