This morning, we went to Bells Bend Park and walked down to the river. We walked through a baby forest, trees just pushing above the scrub that has accumulated in the six months since the trees have been planted. The river was moving today and the last of the frogs were croaking in the low spots along the path. A few crickets still hopped off the path in front of us as we walked by.
Mrs. Wigglebottom was not that impressed by the river, since she could not get down and into it. She does not like to just look at things. She likes to smell them, and she probably smelled the river the moment we got out of the car.
On our way back, she turned back and the corners of her mouth were turned up, her tongue hanging out, her ears up, as if to say, this is our life, can you believe it?