It will be dark here in a few minutes. There are dark clouds, but not menacing ones. My sons, 6 and 8, are still outside playing in the goat pen, along with three-year-old Linebacker Dude. They have been playing there for hours. I love hearing their happy voices. I do my gardening early in the morning and late in the evening. It is just so great to know the boys are able to play outside to their hearts' content, just like I did when I was a boy. No parental supervision needed, thank you.
I did wish I had my camera, though, because I saw several moments that someone should have captured on video. One of the best one was when a goat got out of the pen and the boys chased and chased her, roped her, then she dragged them down the hill back to the goat pen.
Odd, this weekend something I forget what reminded me of my wonderful childhood and playing outside all day when I could.
ReplyDeleteThose were the days of playing endlessly in summer and catching lightning bugs in the evenings.
ReplyDeleteHeeelp Bob, I'm in enemy territory! And to make matters worse, I hiked Mt. Sanitas today with a friend and while coming down slipped on some scree and twisted my ankle. I may need to be rescued soon!
But it's great being out here!