Ant hill

May 17

We visit a new outdoor art/play center today and it is marvelous. Three, four and five year olds painting on big easels in the woods, exploring with magnifying glasses and rolling out sparkly play dough under the open sky.

On our way inside for a story we stop and spend some time looking at this little ant hill. "There are fire ants in there," assures me my little one. We wait for a while but no ants reveal themselves. "They must be sleeping," she goes on. "But that is their house."