I know, they look a little rough first thing in the morning, don't they.
Let me just say this.
It's a good thing no-one's snapping pictures of me as I crawl outta bed.
Making Bunnie Buckets.
Alana with her finished product.
Headed off to the duck pond. With a bag of birdseed for our feathered friends!
Another lady, also visiting the park with a toddler, ripped into me when the girls began throwing birdseed to the ducks. "You shouldn't be feeding the ducks, lady, can't you read the sign?". Hiss, hiss, spit. When it seemed she was done, judging by her broken sentences that perhaps English was not her first language, I politely informed her that the sign clearly stated, "Don't feed bread to the ducks." She glared at me. Grunted a harumpf. No apology whatsoever. Pfftt. Some people.
We were singing Sunday School songs on the way home. A favorite, about the woman who came to fill her water pot. I asked Kayleigh where the woman got her water from. The well, said she, looking at me like I was dumb. But, I replied, the song says she got water that wasn't from the well. Oh yeah, she self-corrected, she got her water from Jesus. What kind of water did she get from Him, I asked. Holy water, she said. Huh-hmm. Bible Stories revisit time!
It rained on and off during our walk, but the sun blinked through a couple of times. Just briefly. Enough that we could see our shadows, and take a picture to prove it.
Three groundhogs, excited to see their shadows.
Come on, Spring! Where are you, anyway?
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