. . .Her hardest hue to hold. . .”
We had such a lovely day yesterday—golden and muddy and sunburnt. One of those days. We packed up the dog and a picnic and extra clothes and boots and the first aid kit (but no sunscreen, alas) and headed off in the van to Hinckley Lake. Glorious, glorious day.
It was a day to savor, to walk at any pace we wanted, to stop at every dock, to crouch down and watch snakes and frogs and chipmunks. We had no agenda, and it was perfect.
Self portrait by garbage can.
And then we ate our picnic.
And then we played in the water.
No idea who that other little boy is. Just one of those spontaneous friends Aiden makes wherever he is.
He had to change every bit of clothing in the van afterwards.
The dog is leaving dusty puddles of dirt in every single one of the spots in which he has since collapsed in utter exhaustion.
But it was worth it.
Myles is looking rather scruffy and very happy.
Same for Aiden.
And strawberries look very red and rather happy, too!
You and the garbage can look estranged and kind of lurky.
(Beware the garbage can, my dear!)