Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today we babysat our one year old grandson, and we had fun. My husband picked persimmons from our tree, lined them up on the fence, and then the three of us carried them into the house. The grandson carried his carefully and didn't drop it once. He likes the deck off my studio to be swept clean, and had my husband and I taking turns sweeping up. He would point if we missed a leaf or acorn. Late in the day our other apple tree, which hasn't produced any apples in a decade, had one big green apple hanging, and my husband picked it before the squirrels could steal it, and for the hour we strolled our grandson he held it carefully in his hands like a golden treasure. The wonders of fruit are a miracle, but I doubt I'd notice much if wasn't for my grandchildren. The earth itself has splendors no human construction can match. I'm grateful I have little ones to remind me of those blessings.