A coda to this weekend's true delight is an outing with my daughter at the countryside, spending time under the tree and savouring its glamour and allure.
The lively walk was sprinkled with surprises. We met butterflies. We bumped into bird nest. We touched the ferns. It's hard to imagine a more funny way to learn the beauty of nature than playing with achenes attached to pappus of fine hair, watching them fly in the wind.
Which brings me to the scene with the glee of Jasmine pretending to eat the leaves of Ginkgo biloba before. She was one. It was another sunny afternoon, I remember, colder in temperature but warm with my kid's laughter. Jasmine resisted the temptation to laugh, when her mother's eyes bug out like a cartoon character's ("Wait wait, can we eat this leaf?"). You may call this acting silly. We think this is my baby's brand of humour.
In fact, there shouldn't be a time too early for children to have humour, and neither is there any age too late to play.
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