It's our second group Play of the week.
I had scheduled a meeting at a far-away park, and wasn't sure anyone would be interested, or show up. (I co-administer our local unschooling group, so put together lots of events.)
The plan was to collect owl pellets, dissect them, and see if we could find the resident Great Horned Owls.
On the way out, the babes and I were very happy to see a few snowflakes falling!
We started talking about snow, and the holidays, and how many people don't want to talk about Christmas until after Thanksgiving,
and I started getting sentimental over thoughts of eggnog and glasses of wine with the family, and told them it was all (for the next two months) one big long holiday of family lovely time for me.
I love the holidays.
Soon enough we were at the park, and scouting for pellets.
Lots and lots of them.
And there are the owls....
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It was a lovely afternoon, spent with friends.
It's a wonderful life.