We went to the town's oldest park yesterday afternoon for a picnic dinner and a hike; the weather superb for the undertaking, overcast and breezy but still warm. We trotted up and down the trails, staring in amazement at the size of the trees, the closest we have to old growth. Deep pockets of sword fern, thick carpets of moss, sky twinkling through the canopy far above. Eyes peeled for woodpeckers, we saw evidence but no birds. I reminded PapaMonkey of the first time we hiked here; he found a tail feather from a redtailed hawk which hangs still on my dresser mirror. Yesterday, though, nothing more exotic than many other families with strollers and dogs... Until! Bursting out of the foliage, a family (herd? flock?) of wild turkeys. So off I go to photograph them, tiptoeing among the poison oak; turns out they're not the least bit interested in posing for paparazzi.
After all is said and done, we arrive back at the bottom where we started, laughing and out of breath, and I think I have again created a summer memory for the kids that they'll revisit as adults...
Then I ask GirlMonkey what her favorite part of the trip was.
"Eating all the Animal cookies," she says.
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Isn't that always the way with kids! Just like the old joke about the children playing with the box the toy came in and ignoring the toy! Hopefully, your little ones will store away some other memories besides the cookies, and in years to come talk about the time they went to the park. Too bad the wild turkeys got away, that'd make a neat picture--maybe next time!
ReplyDeleteHello, Frapper! Thanks for stopping by! We just got back from camping and I've got a couple of "ha-ha" kid stories from that, but first there's the (cue the Jaws music, please) unpacking and laundry... Is it wrong to take our filthy selves out to eat for dinner?
ReplyDeleteDo you have a blog, too? I'll click and see...
I'm afraid I'm more of a reader than a writer! I do admire those who can blog--it's a wonderful way to share family news or create a keepsake for the children. And no, I'm sure it's not wrong to head out for dinner when you've just returned from camping. My motto is the laundry will still be there when you get home!
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