Frogs, Mud, and Bluebells

Last weekend the weather was perfect.  We broke out our shorts, opened the windows, picked the bugs out of the sandbox, and did a little yard work.  We also took a hike at one of our favorite hiking spots by the Quittie Creek behind Grandma and Papa’s house.  Grandma (who is retiring this May) and Papa joined us, and Jack remarked on our way there, “It’s too bad about Grandma retiring.  I’ll really miss her.”  He was happy when we explained that retiring was not what he thought it was.

Last summer I blogged about one of our hikes there, and you can read about it here.  It’s interesting to compare the pictures, which are so much greener in the summer post.  This weekend, buds were appearing on bushes and trees, and we picked a few wild Bluebells, but the woods were mostly brown and drab.

We climbed trees, navigated mud and crooked, rock-strewn paths,  threw sticks and stones into the creek, and even saved a frog’s life (he was stuck down in one of the old kilns in the woods).

 

 

I was there, though you can’t see me.  I’m the one holding the camera, and I had a ball.  My camera is not the best indoors, and it’s been a looooong winter inside the house.  I’m loving getting outside photos! 
We’ll see you in a few weeks, Quittie Woods, and we can’t wait to see you green again!