In this little corner of the farm, there are wood chips on the edge of some blackberry bushes. Nothing too special to the naked eye, really. But go ahead - look closer.
Some wood chips in less-than-natural positions drew my eye in. A few standing in a row made me think that maybe someone sat for a few minutes, fiddling with some found things.
I walked closer to get a better look and saw some serious evidence of open-ended, self-directed play.
And to top off these little structures, there was some writing, asking unassuming guests not to disturb these creations, because the play isn't done. So much more can happen!
I promise, I won't. But I'm looking forward to heading to the farm next Thursday and seeing what has happened to this little world under the blackberry bushes.
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