My daughter watches a PBS cartoon called “Dinosaur Train”. The train travels through the Triassic,
Jurassic, and Cretaceous periods and makes stops at all kinds of places like
Triceratops Terrace and Velociraptor Valley.
As the train arrives at these alliterative locales the conductor, a talking
Troodon (of course), calls out the name of the place.
So when I pulled my daughter around the backyard the other
night I wasn’t surprised when she started calling out names of the places we
had just passed. “Sunflower Valley” she
yelled. “Next stop, Red Shed Station.”
We lumbered around “Tomato Town” and made our way back toward the house. When she called out “Next stop, Dead Tree
Village” it occurred to me that kids frequently see things the way they really
are.
I guess this tree is looking worse for wear. Hopefully in the next week or so we will be able to rename this section “Sawdust Sanctuary.” And then down the road maybe it will be rechristened something a little more alive.
hahaha, ouch! My daughter loves Dinosaur Train too. That tree doesn't look dead to me yet, but then again, I'm a sucker for keeping hope plants way longer than I should.
ReplyDeleteOh, that made me laugh! Children really do know how to call it like it is! Maybe I should ask some child to tour my garden... or not! ;)
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