Scott Lax

 

I grew up in a time when dandelions were part of having a yard, were part of every suburban, urban and country environment. Now they're hard to find. (Including in our townhouse community.) But Finn likes to hunt for them when they've gone to seed, and he has the same wonder as I did, as most of us (of a certain age) experienced as children.

I hope when he grows up the relatively modern idea of long expanses of chemically enhanced grassy lawns will have given way to more meadow-like environments, and family gardens.  Read More 

On a visit to the Cleveland Zoo, Finn enjoyed the animals with two and four legs. But it was only when we entered the aquatic area that he was most fascinated and joyful. Here he and a grouper seem to be eyeing each other with gentle curiosity. A few moments later he was jumping up and down in front of a fish tank, overcome with joy at the colorful fish. "There's another one and another one and another one!" he shouted out happily, as other little boys followed suit.
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Sheer excitement on his mommy's birthday. We set out to see where the road would take us and one of the places was a playground.

A few days after making daffodil soup, Finn wanted to help his mommy wash his car. The sun was shining brightly (for a welcome change) and we couldn't find his little cap, so I tightened my Cleveland Indians cap as much as I could and it worked fine.

Finn has discovered one of the joys of boyhood: mud. And what better way to enjoy it than to find some hapless daffodils and make his version of soup.