This weekend we move into the city. It's not a big, big city, only a hundred thousand souls or so, but does have all the theatres, galleries, parks and crimes that almost every city can boost. I am both excited and sad.
If you will bear with me, I want to share, as a form of ode, some photos of Smootch and Birdie with their very good friends down at the lake last week, doing what they've done nearly every day since last October: messing around and getting grubby.
|The only flower OK to pick.|
|And pick them they do.|
|On the trail, ducking branches and trying to lose the crazy lady with the camera.|
|The rule of any splashing at the lake is 'Tell me before you splash so I can take a picture.'|
|Our friends. Who did, I promise, have fun.|
|Sharing the water with boats, sticks, and sunbeams.|
|The splash rule also applies to jumping.|
|A brief moment before they scattered.|
Good bye lake school, hello city school.