I wanted to really break in the camera yesterday, so the kids and I headed out Hillsborough way for our annual pumpkin picking afternoon. I occasionally forget how fortunate I am being able to stay home with the kids every day, yesterday served as a grand reminder. I love being out of doors, standing back and just watching them. Watching them explore and create new worlds. Watching them fall in love with the breezes, the streams and with each other. I'm taken back to the countless days that I spent doing the same exploring and creating. In our little hamlet of Langdon Alberta, I knew every tree, every swamp, every railroad tie. I was a loner most afternoons, save for my trusted bike, and I was gone. I appreciate the trust my parents had in me to roll solo for hours on end, because I find it difficult imagining not bearing witness to my children's every little discovery.
My tough chick loading pumpkins as fast as she could.
I promise you this was not staged.
If I could swing it E, Mama would get you a Moo Cow.
They're off.
Our own interactive museum.
Our pilgrimage to the "Robot" - Elliott was adamant but a little nervous.
This morning Kate asked why our neighbour Mona was not out playing with her pumpkins the way Elliott and her have been. I told her that like Mama, Mona forgets how to play with pumpkins. "Oh, that's too bad," she replied. I couldn't agree more Kate, but thanks to you and your partner in crime I get one more kick at the can. I love you and thank you again for that.
xoxo Mama
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