We spent a few hours down at the creek on Sunday. It reminded the adults of their childhoods, while the girls were living it. My mom searched for pretty rocks. My brother went exploring with the kids, and my aunt looked for minnows. My husband stayed with me on the rocky bank and chatted. I like sitting by the creek, but I don't want to be in it.
|Trogs? Something between a frog and a tadpole.|
Did I want to touch them?