It has been so warm and springlike here lately.
Highs in the seventies, gorgeous golden sun.
Our thoughts are turning to rolled up pant legs and bare feet in cold water, skipping rocks, sneaking up on sun bathing turtles, and the pretty patterns that the light and the water make together.
We ate our lunch on a strawberry print tablecloth spread over the ground.
They took turns being “brave Horatius,” crossing the river Tiber. No one wanted to be the doomed Etruscans though, so poor Jasper dog was assigned that role. He didn’t mind. He didn’t really want to cross the river anyhow. 🙂
We found our smiles in the woods, and we’re still wearing them.
We laughed and we sang, “Thank God I’m a Country Boy!” with the windows open all the way home. We talked about making dinner on the grill and looking for constellations tonight. We returned with pockets full of river rocks, mud between our toes, jars of moss and creek water to look at under our microscope.
I love my job. I really really do.