One nice day last summer, I was working in my flowerbeds. I am not a gardener, by any stretch of the imagination, but I try to at least keep things presentable, and I enjoy puttering at it.
Whatever I was working on that day, it was taking too long, and Riya was getting impatient. I told her as much as I could remember of The Secret Garden, and then Heidi. My point was mainly just to keep her happy so I could finish what I wanted to do. Like so many other things in parenting, it’s had consequences I didn’t expect.
First, Riya loved both stories, and now she wants to hear them every time I do anything to the gardens. One of these days, I’m going to remember to check out the books from the library. They might be too long to read all the way through with her, but she’s no longer satisfied with the gaps in my memory. I need a refresher course!
Second, I chose those two books originally because they seemed outdoorsy, but I didn’t consciously realize that their messages were so similar. “Outside is healthy. Get out of the city. Get out of the house. Run around and plant something. Make friends with goats, or robins if goats aren’t readily available.”
When you tell a story over and over, it gets into your blood. It changes you.
Does anyone know where I can find a goat?