My kids had a late night last night, so they were tired today. There were a few brief flare-ups, and I spent more time playing with them so they weren’t alone together. After supper they went outside to play with the kittens. They remained outside for at least an hour together, contented and imaginative. My seven-year-old sat on the lawn clipping a space for a party with the grass clippers. The girls made the food for the party by mixing gravel and dirt and shoveling it into paper cups and styrofoam plates. Their voices chirped like little birds. No fighting, no tears, no arguing over who gets the green shovel. Nature’s toys kept them happy. There must be something therapeutic about sitting outside on the ground and pulling, raking, digging, scraping whatever is around you.