It's in the Blood

The love of the outdoors that is. It is cold here this morning, at least for summer, but I keep the door open just the same. Got to catch all the sunlight, fresh air, bird song and tame turkey chatter that I can.

Tiny Peggy is the same way. She has been at the fair all week with her folks, and thus outdoors most of the time. Yesterday they lingered home a bit, as there was a big horse show going on over at the fair and they didn't want to try to do their stall chores in the middle of the uproar.

She had a fussy tummy and was a little bit cranky from being over tired. However, every time her mommy took her outside for even a minute the tears stopped and she was happy as a clam....it was kind of funny. Going through the kitchen door in either direction was like tripping a crying switch...inside holler, outside giggle.

 

In just the three or four days that she has not been here all the time she has gone from much enjoying her hands as chew toys and blanket holders to reaching out for people and things and purposefully reaching up to touch her own face and such. What a fascinating journey it is, watching a baby learn and grow.

I wonder how long it will be before she is running through clouds of puddling butterflies like these that were all over the walk way to the barn the other day.