The warm weather lured us from our den...
Into my backpack went the last coveted Jiffy Pop popcorn and my only bag of giant-sized marshmallows from our last trip to Chicago.
The wild things of the forest wanted to run free and sleeveless in the February chill ... and I was forced to use my mom-voice.
"Put - that - sweatshirt - ON!"
Little Swiss children always know how to wield pocket knives. Skiing and knives; a Helvetic rite of passage.
And so their two worlds collide, and blend... army knives to prime the sticks on which to roast american marshmallows. Ah!
And as the sun set, we meandered toward home in comradery ... some on bikes, some on foot, others (like me) bumbling through a freshly fertilized field! Some things never change...