Tuesday, October 13, 2015


Earlier today, after Lily and Gibson left to go get Owen at school, I noticed that my Roseland thrift store Buddha was missing from the little table on the back porch where I start nursery seedlings and rootlings.
"Mmmm," I said. "Wonder where Buddha went?"
Just a few moments ago I went into the Glen Den to tidy up before supper and this is what I found.

Toys where Gibson had been playing. 

Now. Look closely.

Porch Buddha along with the little mantel Buddha I keep on the library fireplace mantel, a smooth stone and seashell I keep there too and in Big Buddha's lap, the tiny little rock I found that looks like a bird. 

Gibson went and collected all of these things and brought them together and I found them and I just lost my heart once again.


  1. That would have sent my hysterical bawling, the day I'm having! How frigging precious is that?!

  2. I love small children. Their hearts are wide open.

  3. That is priceless. Is it just me or does it look like Budda has a penis in the second photo? I love seeing what children create in their play .

  4. That is so sweet. I think Buddha goes beautifully in Fisher Price Farmland.

  5. Heartinhand- He is a funny boy, that Gibson. I never would have expected him to gather these things and put them together.

    Birdie- Isn't it the truth?

    Leisha- It does look a bit like that but it's a little stone that looks like a bird.

    Elizabeth- He loves to set up little scenarios. He's got three going there. Yes! I think it fits right in!

    Angella- He is. And he can be a typical three- year old too. He knows his own mind and he doesn't waffle about, letting you know what's on it.

    Ellen Abbott- They really are, aren't they?

  6. MerMer's buddhas. Beautiful. I love that they're on the farm. There's a Zen Old MacDonald joke to be made her, but I don't have it in me to find it tonight.


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