when you've sat in the dirt, surrounded by the cousins ( Read more... )

Now, Little Mu knew that the woppleberry tree grew only in the deepest, darkest, spookiest part of the forest. Nevertheless, once every blue moon (and only then) she bravely made her way over rocks and slippery slopes, logs and leaves, all the way up the creek bed ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about my Dad. Thinking about growing up geek. About curiosity and inquisitiveness, imagination and wonder, play and technology.

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