So we saw the ducks.
And the fish.
And Trev took several pictures.
And we had running.
And scoping through the binoculars.
Can you guess what these peculiar circular patterns are upon this pond? Raindrops friends. Alas, our skies have been gray for several days (I'm not complaining, mind you) but we only get a handful of drips squeezed out of them. Better than nothing, I say. Good for the spirit, if not enough for the land.
Trev asked what else was in the backpack, and I told him water and a notepad and a pencil. "I want the notepad and pencil, please!"
"Sure, Squirt." and I handed it to him.
"Whatcha want it for? Are you going to sketch the ducks?"
"No, I'm writing."
"Oh. Whatcha writing?"
"The letter 'A'." And so he did.
Who would have thought that was coming today? Certainly not I.
A smashingly successful Steps From Home.