We stepped into our backyard today, the sun-baked grass like thatch beneath our bare feet. Tempted by an empty bucket, Audrey found the water spigot and filled it: first with water and then our feet. We marked the pavement with our steps. Then channeled the breeze with our hammock, before hopping a wagon to discover what other adventures the day might hold: weathered bridges, the full plunk of stone against water, and cobwebs laced between rusted trusses. An afternoon explored, adventured, experienced one drop at a time - unplanned.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
We stepped into our backyard today, the sun-baked grass like thatch beneath our bare feet. Tempted by an empty bucket, Audrey found the water spigot and filled it: first with water and then our feet. We marked the pavement with our steps. Then channeled the breeze with our hammock, before hopping a wagon to discover what other adventures the day might hold: weathered bridges, the full plunk of stone against water, and cobwebs laced between rusted trusses. An afternoon explored, adventured, experienced one drop at a time - unplanned.
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