It’s a sunny wednesday and thunder is in the air.
Little boys run around the yard hoping to find a mouse, a bee or a beetle: since a dog is forbidden, they must find other pets.
Those pets rarely live longer then 2 days.
Huddling together they admire a worm.
I cringe and take a step back, relieved to be sent to find a suitable house for the worm (pet houses are destroyed almost as fast as their inhabitants decease.)
A rainworm? It eats dirt.This sets of a round of awed, grossed out exclamations.IT EATS DIRT AND POOPS IT OUT.
It is the stuff little boys live for. Who needs a dog when you can have a snakish, blubbery creature that eats dirt, poops it out and which you can cut in two without killing it?
Their life is full.
I stand inside, watching them through the window so I don’t have to stifle my giggles.
The scent of the rain that is to come swirls through the summer air, mixing the joy of little boys’ laughter and the smell of a summer evening like a seasoned chef, fixing it as a memory in my head.
koffie klaar?
nu zou ik even naast je willen zitten.
ik heb het stukje enkele keren gelezen,
je schrijft mooi en beeldend ,Naomi.
bewaar je deze stukjes voor de kinderen?
ik hoop je snel weer eens te ontmoeten even bijpraten.
lieve Naomi ga hier mee door.
hopelijk heb ik het goed gedaan want ik weet niet zeker of het de bedoeling is dat ik hier antwoord geef
Geweldig! Geen telefoon, geen video… de natuur! Kinderen vinden zo veel dingen mooi. We zouden meer met kinderogen naar dingen moeten kijken en ons verwonderen!