Still loves rocks

On our outing at Hovander we wandered down to the river. She remarked at how rocks look one way on the wet side and different on the dry side. Longshanks is saying, Yeah, but what's in it for me?

An image I didn't capture earlier this week: We found a large pink beach ball in the trees at Cordata Park. I kicked it to LS a few times, and he chased it with gusto. Then I told my mom to stand over there and kick it back to me, which she did, but then the ball started blowing away. She chased it down then gave it a kick. Walk walk walk, kick. Walk, walk, walk, kick. Walk, walk, walk, kick. I would love to have caught that image. The pink ball bright from the sun, my mom doggedly in pursuit of the next kick.