Owen woke up at 7am on Sunday and crawled into bed with us. He wanted me to go downstairs with him, so I asked if he wanted to take a walk on the nature trail. Owen thought for a moment and then agreed. He jumped out of our bed to go get dressed and was ready much faster than I was ready to go. We wrote a note for Daddy and Chloe about where we were going before we took off down the street.
He helped me find mushrooms to photograph (who knew there were soooo many different kinds of mushrooms? and from one yard to the next?). As soon as we got to the bottom of the steps, he stopped to look at this little pool of water that had collected in a tire rut. Owen asked me to take a picture of the water and him, so I did....
Then came the balancing act on the logs as he crossed over another muddy spot. He wrapped his sweatshirt around his waist before leaving home, just in case he got cold. Good lookin out, O-Dawg! And he brought along a plastic bag to help carry back all the treasures he expected to find on the trail.
So many pretty wildflowers grow along the path!
O thought this tall tree dangling back over the trail (top/center) was really cool and wanted me to get his picture under it.
He found some good, solid sticks to bring back, as well as a couple of rocks and a baby pine cone that are all inside the bag.
At the top of the stairs, I was ahead of him and almost to the street when he called me back yelling, "MOMMY! YOU JUST WALKED THROUGH A MUSHROOM FARM!!!" I walked back and there were dozens of these fragile, little grey mushrooms not more than three inches tall.
They reminded me of miniature umbrellas, or maybe jellyfish.
After we moved on from the mushrooms, we found a roly poly. It took awhile for the little guy to unroll and then he crawled all over Owen's hand and arm. Owen brought the roly poly home to show Chloe and had the expectation they would be life-long pals, just O and his roly poly.
There were tears in the afternoon when he found the roly poly rolled up in a ball and no longer alive. Poor boy was so sad.
He helped me find mushrooms to photograph (who knew there were soooo many different kinds of mushrooms? and from one yard to the next?). As soon as we got to the bottom of the steps, he stopped to look at this little pool of water that had collected in a tire rut. Owen asked me to take a picture of the water and him, so I did....
Then came the balancing act on the logs as he crossed over another muddy spot. He wrapped his sweatshirt around his waist before leaving home, just in case he got cold. Good lookin out, O-Dawg! And he brought along a plastic bag to help carry back all the treasures he expected to find on the trail.
So many pretty wildflowers grow along the path!
O thought this tall tree dangling back over the trail (top/center) was really cool and wanted me to get his picture under it.
He found some good, solid sticks to bring back, as well as a couple of rocks and a baby pine cone that are all inside the bag.
At the top of the stairs, I was ahead of him and almost to the street when he called me back yelling, "MOMMY! YOU JUST WALKED THROUGH A MUSHROOM FARM!!!" I walked back and there were dozens of these fragile, little grey mushrooms not more than three inches tall.
They reminded me of miniature umbrellas, or maybe jellyfish.
After we moved on from the mushrooms, we found a roly poly. It took awhile for the little guy to unroll and then he crawled all over Owen's hand and arm. Owen brought the roly poly home to show Chloe and had the expectation they would be life-long pals, just O and his roly poly.
There were tears in the afternoon when he found the roly poly rolled up in a ball and no longer alive. Poor boy was so sad.
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