They've collected rocks from the driveway to ring the furno (sorry, I do not know what to call it in English!). Then they put straw and yellow curly seed pods from the gao tree under it for fuel. Today when I saw it again they had put a can of water on it with bouganvilla petals soaking in it.
John saw it and asked who had done that. I laughingly said, "Well, it wasn't Lois and me." Which brought to mind a rather comical picture of the neighbor lady and I playing....picking up twigs, making rings of rocks, collecting flower petals, shaking gao pods to hear them rattle....like we had 40-some years ago.
Ann Voskamp describes in One Thousand Gifts, a moment when she was folding laundry and takes a few moments to ponder her daughter's joy. She says, "I want that kind of crazy, happy joy, God. Jeans to the right, socks to the left. How have I lost it in the growing older, duller? How to see the world again through those eyes? To live in the wide-eyed wonder of a world that unwraps itself grandiose and larger-than-life, so otherworldly?" (p. 165) It is when smallness meets grandeur that we feel awe and awe inspires praise and thankfulness.
Today I'm thanking God for the joy of children's play.