Yesterday, we had our one beautiful, warm day in a several week spread of lousy, coolish, dampy kind of weather. We had to go to the park, because it would have been criminal to hide away in the house when it was cloudy and warm and smelling like spring outside.
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.
We walked around the pond, tried to sneak up on all the sunning turtles, and sat in the gazebo (on an island in the center) to eat sandwiches and read about the Aztecs and the Incas. Ironically, we were reading about the city of Tenochtitlan which was a city that was built up in the middle of a lake.
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.
Today it is cold and wet. The wind is blowing, and the sky is covered with clouds. It's supposed to be that way for a while again, so I'm glad we took advantage of our one day of spring time. My sunshine battery is charged and that should get me through the cold fingers and sweater-wearing of the next two weeks.
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Gotta get that p.e. in wherever you can. Remember our climb on W mt.?
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