Just Green: A boy and a sandbox

I always loved sandboxes. More the idea of sandboxes than the actual sandbox itself, as the sand always bugged my hands. Still does. I hate the feeling of dry hands because of sand. I love beaches, but am always wanting to clean my hands in the water. My son does not have the same aversion as me.

As we have a cat, I had to come up with an idea for a sandbox where the cat would not go in and do his business. So I bought a large plastic container, that has a lid that can be clicked shut. Then I put a couple shovelfuls of sand (that a friend brought over for the purpose of stuccoing our walls), and added some cars and measuring cups. I have a lot of measuring cups, and decided to donate a few to the cause.

He has been enjoying playing in the sandbox - which will one day become a sand table when I have a chance to get to the workshop and create one. I took care of another little boy awhile ago, and he showed Bran some new ideas of how to play in a sandbox. Mainly, dumping the sand out, but a lot of it was taking the trucks and cars and driving them along the ladder and then back to the sandbox. So that added a whole new aspect of play.

Today, with the crisp fall air upon us, I decided to add some extra things to the sandbox. This may annoy me later when I want them out, but for now it's okay. I put in some crunchy leaves and some flower petals from the very few flowers that are still blooming. He then spent a good 5-10 minutes taking the leaves and putting them in the measuring cups, and then taking them out.