Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Today I spent a bit of time doing something that often isn’t possible today: I repaired a toy– it is a toy that my sons, especially Jake, played with over and over– not constantly, but just a lot. And then, the grandkids arrived and, sure enough, it would sit on the shelf or the floor and just in passing, it would bring a moment of joy as each child successfully helped Winnie the Pooh get some honey.
And, since it was often left on the floor, it eventually found itself stepped on; it still worked– but we had to jiggle it often to get the little honey/bee coin to fall into the hive and out the bottom of the tree to Winnie the Pooh.
So now Jake’s grandson is ready for the toy, and so I replaced the back and adjusted a bit of the insides– because I could– the toy is plastic, but held together in front and back with easily removed screws so I could take it apart and adjust the little places where the coin got stuck.
Winnie Finds the Honey
A toddler named Jake,
grandkids plenty, all found joy
in a simple toy.Sheri Edwards
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart