Summer_verse: The great sun is rising above the green hill, His golden light gleaming on meadow and rill, He shines on the flowers, they wake one by one, And spread out their petals to greet the great sun. They dance in the sunshine to greet the bright day. They dance in the sunshine so blithe and so gay. The violets all curtsey, the bluebells ring sweet. The daisies twirl round in their skirts white and neat.
Gorgeous, grounded play area. Just right. Everything in its place and a place for everything. And notice how they are 'put away' in a way that invites play. So different than a toy box full of stuff. This shelf is a story waiting to be played. -Angelina soul-centered-parenting.com