Blocked paths. Frog refuge. Spider’s den. Tall grass. Cool breeze. Laughter. And, the hammock sways.
This was the announcement from our soon-to-be 5-yr-old son. We just crossed the border from Wyoming to Nebraska via a small hwy (20, I think.) The route turned out to be very scenic, but not compared to the sights we’d seen thus far. We stopped at a “point of interest” only to hear our son say: I see nothing. We looked at each other, laughed and continued driving.
The spider disappeared.
The morning began cool. I heard a strange sound. The dog was jumpin’ around. She heard it too. The kids slept. The giant spider played dead. I can’t do the laundry. Damn.
I’ll get back to you.