A Basket for Every Walk: What We Bring Home in Autumn

“The earth is the Lord’s, and all its fullness” — Psalm 24:1

Every walk begins with empty hands and ends with something to carry. My children do not see a stretch of path or a pile of leaves as scenery; to them, it is provision, mystery, invitation. Pockets swell, baskets overflow, and I find myself home again with acorns clinking on the counter, damp feathers splayed out to dry, earthworms for the compost or as temporary pets, empty snail shells ready for paint, nettle leaves for supper, and stones so muddy they trail across the floor. God made the earth this abundant, even in its smallest offerings.

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The Obvious Treasures

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning” — James 1:17

The first things to fill small hands are always the classics: acorns, pinecones, and “rainbow leaves.” Acorns tucked into pockets, meant for planting later but often forgotten until they rattle in the washing machine. Pinecones gathered by the dozen, lined up on windowsills like soldiers awaiting duty — sometimes fire starters, sometimes dipped in beeswax, sometimes dusted in sparkles, sometimes painted, sometimes inspected with tweezers and other tools, sometimes simply admired. And leaves, impossibly bright against the damp ground, carried home in stacks until the colors dull and curl, but never lose their wonder to the children who found them.

I see in these small rituals the truth of seeds and cycles: life hidden in hard shells, patterns repeated year after year, beauty pressed into the ordinary. What adults might step over as litter, the children receive as treasure, as if God Himself scattered gifts across their path.

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The Strange Finds

“God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good” — Genesis 1:31

Then come the finds that make me pause: feathers, sometimes damp and bedraggled, carried home as if they were jewels; empty snail shells, prized for their spirals and often painted into new life; stones heavy with mud, carted back for reasons only the children seem to know. What looks like scraps to me is often fascination to them. A feather is not just a feather — it might belong to the kestrel we saw circling above, the pigeon that startled from the hedge, or the crow that lives in the garden. A stone is not just a stone — it hides colors when scrubbed, or makes the perfect weight for a fort wall.

Children remind me that nothing in creation is wasted.

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The Living Surprises

“For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.” — Romans 8:22

And then there are the finds that wriggle, crawl, and breathe. Worms rescued from the pavement after rain (or dug from the soil), beetles turned over in little palms, slugs carried home in jars as if they were rare gems, curious fingers on millipedes. Crabs at the beach, lifted proudly for me to see before scuttling back to their holes. And salamanders spotted in the little rivers, slipping quick between stones before small hands can catch them. These are not things I would ever look for, let alone choose to bring home, but to my children they are living treasures, proof that the world is not static but teeming with God’s design.

There is wonder in their squeals, in the courage it takes to pick up something slimy or scuttling, in the tenderness of making a “pet” of what I might have swept aside. They remind me that creation itself is not silent — it moves, writhes, sings, and even groans. What I might see as nuisance, they see as life.

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The Big Things They Carry

Many parents pause when children return with oversized sticks or heavy stones — the kind that drag mud across the floor or lean awkwardly in the hallway. My husband sometimes feels the same pause, and I remind him — and sometimes myself, especially if I had just cleaned before we left — that the answer is simple: why not? So what if the floor gets muddy? We can make a deal of it. “Let’s bring it back — what could we do with it? Do you have an idea? Ok, let’s try it! And afterwards, we’ll mop together because, wow, it’s going to make a mess!” What is the bother compared to the triumph in their faces, the pride of carrying something so entirely their own?

When children are allowed to see something through from beginning to end — carrying it, keeping it, showing it off — it strengthens them in ways invisible but lasting. The pride of ownership, the thrill of discovery, the sense that their choices matter. These are the things that shape confidence and joy far more than a spotless floor ever could.

Let them be children. Better a house with muddy footprints and sticks by the door than one polished to perfection while little hearts grow still under screens.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward” — Psalm 127:3

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