After yesterday's downpour, quite a few of the little creeks near our house became more like kid-sized rivers.
They hiked down to get a closer look.
The tiny one never gets left out.
"It's Japanese!"
Walking the plank.
Such simple play at a riverside. Much calmer and quiet too in conparison to puddle play. Almost sacred, this place.
They spoke in hushed tones, the loudest noise was a splash here and there...
Leaf race.
Pacing back and forth, careful not to fill their boots with water, trying to go faster than the other, deeper and deeper...
Then, home again.
