So Saturday was the rain-free day of the weekend and it seemed a good idea to go for a hike. Picked one out of the book that sounded fabulous for its picnic spot off the main trail. An hour later we realized we'd missed the picnic spot somehow and decided to turn around. Dan thought it was a crap fire road hike, but the kids and I were thrilled to find:
Giant Slugs:
Acorns:
But by far, the highlight was the invented game of trying to throw stones on momma's belly while laying in the middle of the trail in lieu of this fantasy picnic spot. It was all good and fine until, of course, it went to full handfuls of rocks headed my direction.
2 comments:
Greta, did you plant any of those acorns? Do you know what kind of tree would grow if you did?
No, she has not planted any of them. They are at the moment on the coffee table, on the bathroom counter, on her bedroom floor, and in my jacket pocket. Emery had to pipe in with the correct answer on this one.
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