As I’m preparing the fire ring for dinner roasting, Brenna is building an elaborate estate of twigs and flowers for her Littlest Pet Shops. I hear her voicing their ideas and disagreements, and behind that, the constant chatter of birds, the buzz of an occasional bee, and light wind causing all the grasses to dance and sway, then hold still — nature’s game of Simon Says.
“Come see!” she finally calls.
A twig house with thatched roof stands perhaps five inches tall at the end of a lane lined with flowers propped up with other twigs.
“That’s really cool,” I say admiringly. “You created a lot of detail.”