December 15, 2004
a journey to beaverpark
It was a super-rainy day, I couldn't resist taking Sam(and my new digital camera) to our favorite little neighborhood park. The dark thingy next to him poking thru the fence is the beaver lodge. We crossed the bridge and went to 'our' bend in the creek. It's ours, 'cause we've spent so many many days there, ever since Sam was a wee one and I a new, untried, lonely young mother. That bend's got years of our splashing, playing, laughing, crying all over it... Then Sam flew away. To be continued...
Sayeth rzan at
02:12 AM
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