When walking requires every toe, and moccasins are the only shoes you know, adjusting to winter weather can be quite a chore.
Gideon loves to be outside. He loves the hard ground, the warm sunshine and the soft grass; but lately, something has happened to all of those wonderful things. The ground has become swishy, the sun is hard to find, and the grass is prickly. Everyday I bundle him up, and let him go; within minutes, he is back at my side, wanting the boots, coat and hat off. Outside is about freedom!
Today it rained, and then rained some more. I took him out, during one of the dry spells, but we quickly came back in, the boots to stiff to walk in and the ground too cold for bare-feet. He was happy to be free of the stifling clothing. Standing at the front door, with scolds and whimpers, he told me how miserable it was out there. Then he heard his brothers playing, and after several tries, found his way to a window. He cheered them on adding his voice to the fun and frolic.
