My youngest kid had a kitchen in the garden when she was young. Well, she called it a kitchen. It was actually a bunch of old containers that she filled with dirt and water and bits of plant. So our house looked pretty ghetto. I (mostly) don’t care because I love her creativity.
Why does she do it though?
Absolutely no reason other than she likes to.
Only adults are stupid enough to need a ‘proper’ reason for making things. Only adults will look at something gloriously daftly creative and say, Someone has too much time on their hands. To those adults I say, Get in the sea, hoping that the cold salty water will shock their repressed creativity into action.
The fact that you are human is the reason to make things.
Draw. Bake. Do maths. Whatever. Make stuff because you like to. It’s reason enough.
—Jeff
There is a wildlife refuge right down the road from our house. Which is cool in itself, but they have a dirt kitchen like what was in Jeff’s front yard. I find myself playing with it more than my kid whenever we visit.
I bake with my creativity, and I find new ways to help my girl learn her spelling words. That’s mostly breaking words down into gibberish sounding syllables, but it works.
Grow slowly
Skyler