Yesterday morning, after I turned the boys out, I started making my rounds to fill the outside pasture water troughs. I walked up the driveway and discovered all sorts of chalk art. I smiled remembering that Maizie and her friend, S., had been playing on Sunday afternoon at the barn. I followed the chalk lines, fully expecting to see hopscotch squares or some other fun 10-year-old pastime. Instead, I see words in Maizie's writing. Whatever could my sweet little girl be writing? Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see...SONG LYRICS!?! Wow. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree in this family. Brian and I have so much fun with lyrics and song references and I see we have passed along this habit to our silly, adorable, little Maizie. For a second I felt sad that she hadn't drawn some quaint old-fashioned game or picture, and then I realized - Hey, what am I thinking? These lyrics are 42 years old!!! They are quaint and old-fashioned!
On our Sunday afternoon ride, Pie and I had come upon Maizie and S. in the woods having a pretend picnic on a blanket. Pie thought that was a wonderful discovery, but was terribly disappointed that the picnic fare was only leaves and twigs. After our ride, though, Mom and Sovey joined me and the big boy at the apple tree for some very real apples. It was another glorious fall day for people, "songbirds", and horses!