Or, the pail of water, as you may call it some day soon:-) Yes, we went up to Blektjern again today, at least the third time in this, my third week at home with you. Your aunt and uncle are visiting from New York but they stayed in Oslo last night so you and I took the walk alone today.
We had the pond all to ourselves, and hence, the mallards were back (they weren't there on Sunday because there were too many people). You marveled at the way they waddled, quacked, chased each other and flew overhead, circling around and around us and leaving feather-light wingbeats in our ears. You also said hello to a pair of finches (I think), one yellow and one red.
The hiking association has just put out some new canoes by the water's edge so we went up to the cabin to see where the paddles were stored. There we discovered a meadow of beautiful wildflowers - wild mustard, long pink flowers, plumes of white and the most delicate little pansies - farther along in bloom than any others because of their secret spot in the sun. I tried to take a pretty picture of you sitting in the wild mustard, but as usual, your singular focus was on the ground and your mouth was full of dirt and pebbles as I was shooting! What better way to experience nature than first-hand, or in this case first-tooth! Emerson and Tennyson would be proud.
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