From Denise Levertov:
Very few people really see things unless they’ve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.
When I was growing up, my father took my sisters and I riding through rural Virginia almost every weekend. We learned to appreciate the beauty of the rolling Virginia countryside. He would point out a pretty horse, a recently cut hayfield, a hawk in a dead tree, a groundhog feeding at the edge of a field, a scenic farmhouse, a bull in a pasture.
Now, many years later, my sisters and I still ride through the countryside when we gather in Virginia at Christmas, enjoying the beauty of the surroundings and the memories of our childhood.