There are two things I want to make note of today, and neither are from the backyard. The first is this wondeful post on Gretchen Rubin's blog, "The Happiness Project" and the other is this passage from Lynda Barry's new book, "What It is". I've been a fan of Lynda's since I began reading her comic strip "Ernie Pook's Comeek" in the Village Voice 20 years ago. This is a full color hardcover book of comics and collages, much of it having to do with play, memory, imagination and writing:
"Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that, and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing, escpecially when we played by ourselves, or LOOKED like we were playing by ourselves. I believe a kid who is playing is not alone. There is something brought alive during play and this something when played with, seems to play back".