I recently put away the last of the flower vases after the last grandchild’s visit. Every time either my grandson or granddaughter visits for a few days, picking flowers and filling vases in every room is one of our first activities.

Sometimes we add something seasonal, in this case, acorns. Sometimes we have cut flowers from flowers I’ve planted. Sometimes they are mixed, as they were this fall, with the miniature daisy-like wild flowers growing at the edge of our lawn and the tiny grass strands that look somewhat like pussy willows.

In all cases, the house full of vases of flowers is also filled with the joy of outdoors, and the gentle hands of grandchildren, still too young to cut them, but plenty old enough to pick and enjoy them. And, to remind me how delightful to see the world again through the eyes of a child.