We needed some rocks for a little project, so a long overdue trip to the river was a necessity.
I must admit, I wondered, as we meandered around, all 7 of us, (T was here for his b-day :-) looking for just the right rocks,
- and all of us having a very nice time -
I've turned my kids into weirdos.
Then I decided that, if I have,
- well -
it's too late...
It was apparently lunch time for the cows while we were there;
they all of a sudden headed
in a nice calm orderly fashion out of the water and across the pasture.
There were a couple dozen butterflies flying about.
The girls wanted one (or more) to land on them so badly, but the butterflies didn't cooperate.
I don't know why we don't go to the river more often.