The ground was covered with wildflowers, which made me happy, as you can imagine from my previous posts. The kids took a little rest in a particularly soft patch. I didn't try it myself, because I might not have been able to get up and go on with my day.
Every time we walked past a large rock or group of rocks, the kids had to clamber around on them for a while. They are irresistibly drawn to rocks of all shapes and sizes; maybe there's some mountain-dweller blood in the family line, or maybe they're just adjusting to living in southern Missouri instead of the plains of Oklahoma.