Early walk through the local wood this morning, before it got too hot, with my now 9 year old daughter, she on her bicycle. We sat amongst the trees and she ate her favourite breakfast of cottage cheese, cucumbers and Doritos, washed down with cool water, whilst we chatted about important things – simple virtues. When we got up to return home she looked around and said, "Dad, these trees are better than us." I asked how come, to which she replied, "They spend the whole day with their arms up in the air telling God how much they love him. We do it hardly at all."