Twirling through the air, Brown and dry, the oak leaf drifted past us on our midday walk. The walk was our quest to find the best iced over puddles.
“Can you eat an oak leaf?” The five year old asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe if you boiled it?” He said, as he twirled the leaf in his hand. He intended to bring the leaf inside the house to feed to his stuffed animal caterpillar.The caterpillar liked oak leaves best.
“Pehaps if you boiled it. I really never thought of eating an oak leaf.”
Iced over puddles can wait another day as we head inside with lunch for a caterpillar .