|Mullein gets visited by an ant|
My dad likes to walk. He always has, and I know he always will. It's fun to have him around to walk with, because he likes to walk slow, noticing the little things around him. Today, as we walked the centennial trail, he noticed that there were little pink clover blossoms interspersed among the carpet of white clover. It's obvious I'm my father's daughter. He doesn't mind lingering, but has great persistence to reach his goals. One thing he has more of than me, however, is patience. Of course I always have to try to be patient, having 5 children, but there's something special about a grandpa's patience.
|Those pretty little yellow flowers that look like dandelions|
|Big leaf maple floating on air|
It's so exciting to our 2 year old, Maia, that her grandpa is here, that she cried inconsolably for a full 20 minutes upon returning from his house. We finally realized she was repeating over and over, "mister rod." My dad's name is Steve, but she had been calling him Mr. Rod (her other grandpa's name) that day, confused that her grandpas could have two names. Once she discovered I understood how she missed her grandpa, and that she would see him the next day, she fell asleep.
|Haven't learned the name of this|
|Walking home from Grandpa and Grandma's house|
|Picking flowers for grandpa|
|The best kind of bouquet|
My dad walks the pace our family walks. When we walked the centennial trail today, Saraiah our 5 year old, was enthralled with ferns. She said they looked like lots of fairy wings, and that she needed them while she rode on the front of our jogging stroller. After each set of wings wore out, I'd have to pick new ones. Whenever I stopped, dad was right there with us... when we picked flower, thimbleberries, salmonberries, and even when I stopped to take my silly wildflower photos. Some of these photos are from this walk and a few are from other places we visited today on our own.
|I think I could chase them all day.|
|View of the Stillaguamish River|
|Bridge over the Stilly|
|Cute little bug we met on some english daisies|
|Hello, he says!|
|Beautiful Smelling Flowers. Saraiah said, "I am so glad this tree dropped all these flowers just for us!"|
|Dinner with the fam|
|This is how we enjoy our food at Grandpa and Grandma's House!|
|Admiring the tree|
|A Kildeer Mama Distracting Us from her Babies|
|Baby Runs into Bushes|
|Another type of gall. This has some sort of insect larvae inside.|
|And my favorite thing that grosses my dad out: The Trusty Slug|