he points to the pictures, begs “oooo” for open, but i can’t. as much as i scratch the flat surface of the page, the book remains two-dimensional and my 20-month-son, disappointed, for he wants the image on the page to become reality. he wants to enter into the story. and i feel this way about canola fields.

(for more, please visit my brother Duane Scott, where i’m guest posting tomorrow… i’m posting this early, as i think we’re going to be heading to the hospital tonight… the story itself won’t be appearing at Duane’s until monday morning… i hope you can visit his wonderful place and leave a comment for him there. so much love to you friends. will be in touch, soon.)