We've found a new activity just in time for summer when here in Texas, it's hot. So very, very, makes-me-want-to-take-a-cold-shower-right-now-just-thinking-about-it hot. But you'll find no regrets about it here. (You will find quite a few pictures. You've been warned.)
Check out what happens when we ditch the stroller and find our way down the street.
We find things:
Tiny things, like the flower petals blown down from trees whose names I do not know.
Interesting how they manage to pile up in the sidewalk grooves.
As the wind blows, so do they.
Purple flowers are pretty funny after all.
If we're lucky, we find a piece of chalk hidden in the dirt, a sign that the neighborhood kids have deemed this one of the cool spots.
I shouldn't have even asked, "What should I draw?" as if I didn't know the answer to that one. We left our mark that day too with a few pink helicopters as the "W was here" signal.
And then....we run. We sing and we run and we laugh. A lot.
Sometimes we fall, but this soft patch of grass softens the blow. The laughing continues.
When the day is said and done, we wave "bye bye" to the fountain.
We find our way home with dirty hands and sore-from-laughter cheeks but with hearts full of smiles and gratitude.