Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I spent a long time this morning playing Little Critters with my grandson. We opened the bin and put all the furniture in the right rooms of the plastic two story critter house with balconies and a front porch. I'd bought it for my granddaughter, but she has outgrown it so I took it for the four year old grandson, but the three year old tried it out today. He loved opening and closing the windows and putting the tiny bedspreads on the beds and playing with the tiny toys. I put clothes on all the kitties, mousies, and a turtle. I set up the kitchen and dining room, which he had no interest in. After an hour, my husband took over and played another many minutes, no doubt fulfilling a long held dream of playing with a dollhouse. Then we went to the rose garden, which is so secret I seldom run into anyone who has been there, but it is in a delightful bowl off a busy street, and has a pool, a long waterfall, and every kind of rose you can imagine. There were very few people, and we easily kept away from them. The wild turkeys didn't appear, as they usually do. They must have been up in the trees as it was noontime. My grandson would pull down his tiny mask to smell certain roses, and recommend which ones we should sniff. The visit was a gentle hit of beauty and tranquillity much needed. I'm grateful for it.