Mae woke up crabby from a runny nose that has plagued her all week. After a bottle of milk and a little cuddle time in the recliner, I tossed in the productivity towel and we headed out. Picked up Yaya on the way and headed to our neighboring state park.
It was still a little cool when we got there and Mae happily climbed in her stroller with her sweatshirt and down the trail we went.
If was a perfect spring morning and if you didn’t know that it was June you would have sworn it was early April.
With lots of playground options to choose from, we strolled until we found one just the right size for little Mae. With every playground we passed along the way, Mae hung out of her stroller yelling “my park, my park!” If easy to see why she thinks they are hers….there wasn’t and isn’t usually any other kids around. We had the playground to ourselves.
At trout parks like this one, the fishing takes the focus leaving the rest of the park for us!
It is so unusual for our family to recreate on a weekend instead of farm work that Yaya and I felt a little guilty and little out of sorts.
We wondered out load what vacationing might be like….
We wondered out load what families that don’t farm do on the weekends……
But most of all, we took in the sounds, sights and smells of the river and trees.
We are so lucky to have all this in our backyard that it is easy to forget that everyone else at the park had traveled a long way, spent lots of money to camp and fish and enjoy all of it.
We got up and drove ten minutes to experience it all.
We are blessed.