Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We took our two year old grandson to the rose garden nearby yesterday, and did he ever love it!  Stopped and smelled dozens and dozens of roses and picked up fallen petals.  Even the waterfall did not interest him, nor the two turkeys who were very close.  They seemed to sense the snack bag.  He was deeply enchanted by the full blown beauty of roses ranging from snowy white to deep red, from pale pink to soft lavender, from bright yellow to orange, from red and white stripes to a delicate gray.  Finally, we sat on a bench for our snack.  We all had apples, and he ate half of a big one, while three boys wandered over from a preschool outing to talk to us.  They were costumed:  one said he was Sandman, another Superboy and a third Crusher, but with no clues on his tee shirt and shorts.  They announced they'd seen a Monarch butterfly.  I asked if they'd seen bees, but they looked puzzled.  The girls were in the middle of a rose batch, all wearing princess costumes.  I could tell my grandson was thrilled with the discussion.  After they left, I brought out a bottle of bubbles, but they didn't work well, so we gave up and went back to admiring the roses, until we had to leave, him with his fists full of rose petals.