Rich fell asleep on the couch Saturday afternoon, so I gathered up the small ones and took them for a walk in the woods. Sarah is old enough to walk on her own so I also walked on my own, hurrying to catch up to the runners, or slowing down to wait for the laggers.
We found our old friend Toad on the trail. He looked well and allowed us to pick him up and pass him around.
Just look at the picture I got, of Mr. Toad (anxious to get on with his afternoon plans) leaping out of Sarah’s hands.
We made our way into the woods. Everywhere we looked there was magic, and Caleb trying to climb every fallen tree.
Sarah walking with small careful steps.
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We rested awhile, on a big fallen down tree. A particular fallen down tree that we’ve visited lots of times before. As the boys fought it with sticks, I sat down and noticed that someone was at home in the log.
I wonder who was more surprised.
He was surprised and rather concerned.
I was surprised and charmed.
We begged him to come out and introduce himself. He met us all and then we put him back.
He told us, as he trembled, that he was going right to work, to make a suitable door.
We noticed that he had a neighbor nearby, but his hole was deep enough that we couldn’t reach him. The next time I draw a picture of a hollow tree I’m going to draw a toad in it, instead of an owl.
We noticed some pretty mushrooms nearby. This one with a red cap.
This one with a very bright yellow.
When we got home I emptied my pocket of what I gathered.
And Rich was awake and waiting for us.