Today Mira and I are pressing leaves. We choose the ones we like best, pohutukawa, ivy . . .
trying to find leaves that are in good shape. The lime tree leaves look as if they could cut your skin, but really they are very soft.
We found a few toon leaves that are still pink. Most have turned to green.
And bamboo leaves. Now they are a favourite because Mira knows all about them. 'Pandas love bamboo leaves, don't they?' 'Yes, but we're not pandas.' (giggles)
The bougainvillea has flowers that look like leaves, and so they found their way into our bag.
Now they are all carefully arranged between sheets of tissue paper, and placed between the leaves of my heaviest book. We will wait for them to press flat. Then comes the next stage . . . ah, but that would be telling. Wait and see.
Selecting leaves with a four year old is a delicious thing to do. The variety and perfection of nature is everywhere, and in her spring guise, she is excelling herself. There's nothing like the eyes of a child to keep me awake to the miracle that is all around, in every season.