So on our inaugural quest to discover the story tree, I set out with all three of my children on a steaming, humid, south Georgia morning....story book for reading, blanket for sitting, and water for hydrating. It seemed like a grand plan. Until we got lost. Something like three miles from home. And it was hotter than hades, the three-year-old got a sore foot and had to be carried, the five-year-old got a whiney, annoying attitude and had to be
After that episode I texted Kim with a picture of my motley crew after our failed expedition and entitled it "When Nature Walks Turn Evil."
It was a cool, beautiful fall morning. The birds were singing. The sun was peaking over the tree tops. And the story tree was calling our names, save the three-year-old who was away at preschool.
This morning we had no problem finding the tree.
Instead of water we took hot chocolate.
We decided it was Silly Sock day, to go along with Story tree day....in celebration of the letter "s." So we (well, they...) wore silly socks.
Speaking of attire....
One of us took the sudden burst of cooler air to an extreme....one would have thought it was snowing from her wardrobe selection.
Then three minutes later she was barefoot.
One of the great things about fall in the south.
True to its name, the tree inspired us to read stories.
And just enjoy being together. In the quiet of the morning.
Until our quiet was interrupted by technology. Grrrr. I would have left it at home....
except I'm still having flashbacks from our near demise during the last nature walk and I wanted to make sure I could call 911 and get us life flighted out if need be.