What makes a kid keep a nature journal? And write poems in it? And know the difference between flowers? I'm sure it doesn't hurt that her mom is a stellar local poet, or that she's super smart--the first time I met this little girl, she was 3 years old and defined sarcasm for me, complete with examples.
In hopes we can raise a kid who keeps a nature journal, I reflected on our chances. My other half has the poet part down, and I think the smarts thing is out of our control. But there is one thing this family does that we can, too: her parents take her and her 3 year-old brother on weekly nature walks. When I heard this (and when I heard her daughter explain to me the small purple flowers I was admiring are called "lupine") I was like, We want in.
We met up by the playground, promising the kids we would swing and slide and roll around after the hike, then headed south to the trails that run along the bluff. It was a slow walk, stopping to take pictures (these are all by my poet friend, Maya), inspect rocks and tiny flowers, step aside for the random mountain biker (those glorious thigh muscles!), pull up pieces of tall grass, and clean up scraped hands. We like this nature walk thing. And bonus, our now difficult napper of a baby fell asleep on my back. Awe yeah.
Maya laughed and said, "Oh, the lupine. Lupine, like alpine."
Her daughter looked at me and gave me a slow nod and sweet smile that said: "Don't worry city-lady, you'll get the hang of it."
There are a lot of parks worth visiting in Spokane, now you can add this one to your list. Take a visit. Maybe you can own the place next time.