I have finished cutting the tiny patch grass in our new yard. I'm on my hands and knees pulling weeds. But hold on...
What's this? There's brick under this grass. I pull up some more.
More brick! Wow! What's is this?
Jane: Dad, do we have any long pieces of wood I can use?
Me: (absently) Sure. There are some old planks stacked over there by the gate. Find one that doesn't have any nails in it.
She scurries away.
Where was I? Yes! The bricks!
I grab a trowel from my work box. The layer of sod growing on top of the bricks peels away so easily. There's an old walkway under here!
Jane: Dad, do we have any big rocks?
Me: Um... I think there's a cinder block over by the sandbox. Be careful. It's heavy.
How far does this walkway go? I peel back more sod and find the edges. It's at least four feet wide and runs from the side gate to the deck. I pinch weeds and bits of grass from between the cracks.
Jane: Alice? Can you stand over here for a minute?
I sit on my knees and gaze at what I've uncovered. This is really beautiful. If I clean this up, it'll look really smart.
Jane: No, not there. Right there. On the board. (pause) Yes. Right at the end.
Someone put a lot of work into this. I can't believe I didn't see this before. I'm like a landscape archaeologist.
Jane: Ready, Alice?
I look up. Jane has created a see-saw using a long plank and cinder block. Alice stands on the low end. Jane is about to jump on the high end from a perch on the deck.
Jane: One... two....
Me: Jane! Don't jump!
The girls stare at me. The sun shines through their curly hair giving them both halos of gold.
Jane: But Daaaaad. It's a catapult.