Category Archives: Play Rocks

Worlds Of Their Own Making

It is a grand day. Together, my son, my papa and I join forces to make a bow and arrow. It is something our lad has been wanting for too long. We find the perfect sapling in the beaver lands, a small stand of birch and alders close by the shore of a suburban lake. The green sapling has plenty of spring and is just the right size.

Back in Grampa’s garage, Noah uses his new lock blade knife, an axe my papa has just given him and a few simple tools to transform that sapling into an archer’s bow. Outside he draws back the bow string and lets fly his first shot. It whistles up the side of the house and into the backyard. His face is radiant. His eyes sparkle. He paces off the distance – 17 metres.

The bow, and the arrow made of dowel rod are his newest treasured possessions. Not far behind are the knife and axe firmly situated in the pantheon of wow. In the outdoors world of a young boy he has become rich beyond the singing of it.

With fort season upon us, the bow and arrow (version 1.0) will be a home-made toy of choice as he and his friends play in the woods in a world of their making. I will have to come to terms about identifying the appropriate time for the knife and axe to leave our property in his hands. I’m not ready to do so yet.

Stay tuned later this spring for the next instalment of when will knife and axe travel with the added bonus of a 1970s perspective on ‘worlds of their own making’.

Until then, enjoy the outdoors and time spent together…

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Morning

Ed’s note – since the demise of Storehouse, I have been at a loss as to the best way to display images linked to PlayGroundology stories. I’ve gone back to tumblr to try and capture the look and flow of a series of larger images. This is my first tumblr post in a number of years. It’s the visual companion to this WordPress post.

We’re at chickadee corner waiting for birds. In sub-zero weather, the black capped chickadees drop from surrounding trees landing gingerly on upturned palms. With soft, rapid pecks they gather seeds before retreating to nearby cover. We are breathless as they alight oh so briefly on our hands. The timorous beating of their hearts is exhilarating and humbling. Today there are no chickadees and the girls are momentarily disappointed.

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Fortunately, there is plenty to do when stopping by the woods on a snowy morning. A freshly fallen tree beckons for solo and duet balancing. After several back and forths, the girls discover a small dip nearby.

A defining feature of this hollow is a large, partially exposed, snow dusted boulder. The steep incline of its scalable face makes for a tricky ascent. In the end, after numerous unsuccessful attempts, it is ingenuity that wins the day and conquers the summit.

Next are the vertical climbs – hanging on and scrambling up trees so tall. The big mama conifer shelters the girls under its boughs. Close to the trunk the almost symmetrical branches are spaced like steps inviting the climbers skyward. They are all smiles and giggles from their perches on high until one gets fretful thinking she won’t be able to get down.

Closer to solid ground there is space for some casual boulder hopping. Each activity is rooted in connections with the natural environment. We embrace a wonderful simplicity, a sense of unhurried ease and familiarity. The light and breezy unscripted play is punctuated with moments of intensity fuelled by physical exertion and the sometimes fright of self-induced boundary testing. And then it’s over, time to bid the snowy outdoor morning adieu.

Just play,
play with mud, sand, sea
blocks and balls
sticks and trees
just play…