All the Livelong Day

Due to the recent slew of never-ending rain, gray, mud, and this mother's lethargy, walks are rare around these parts. A sky as blue as berries coaxed me out, though, in spite of the mud.

The girls dutifully dug in the hillside for worms, and "also to make homes for squirrels," says Annie.



A log is no excuse for laziness, though; mining should continue even while sitting.




We actually made it to the river proper this time. The girls, whom I sufficiently impressed with the fear of breaking through the river ice, were not allowed to pass this tree.




I was oddly taken by garbage in the light. A tangle of discarded plastic bags speaks volumes about our society, but in the sunlight, beauty found them. They look like a chrysalis newly emptied.



Millie seems a general here, sternly surveying her troops.




Annie pretended to rest.




Then she abruptly awoke, nearly obscuring the General-Turned-Again-Miner on the hill behind her.




And we paused to capture our shadows near the overflow pond on the way home.



*** Yes, we're still going to the Island and will leave in about an hour. I forgot to post this last night, though it was ready and waiting, so you get a bonus.

Happy Friday!