Our bi-annual local fun run was a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, I’ve been super slow getting the pics off the camera.
The kid did a 3km run/walk with me and a gaggle of buddies and parents. It was hot. Really hot. And then she did the ‘big kids’ obstacle course as well. All by herself. Cargo net crawl, sprinkler run, slip and slide. Tyre scaramble, hay bale tunnel. The works. Following her older friends.
And she killed it. She wasnt the fastest, didnt jump the highest or slide the furthest. But she did it. All. By. Herself.
And then there was the best lolly scramble ever. Lollies raining down out of a chopper (seriously look closely – you can see them)
The most awsome end to summer.
A walk ona cool morning yielded some delicious and unexpected delights. Blackberries which we spectacularly missed last year. Well we hit the metaphorical and possibly literaly blackberry jackpot. So many. So few tarty ones.
Because lets be honest here. While natures bounty is all well and good, blackberrying is russion roulette for your taste buds. And it’s brutal if youre not spot on timing wise.
Well, we were spot on. The kid ate loads and loads. As many as I could pick her, and time after time she exclaimed “sweet and juicy mama”.
It was an over all lovely walk, even taking the blackberry awesomenss out of it. Cool morning air with a faint woodsmoke tang, a little mist on the far hills as we set out that burned off as the morning progressed and warmed up. Leaves beginning to turn. Elder berries heavy on the branches. Dry grasses spiling seeds. A greenness that, where we live, spells the ending of a hot, dry and fire laden summer.
Hello Autumn. Welcome. We have missed you.