As I mentioned earlier, I am forcing my children to partake in some of this pedestrian activity, if the dogs don't guilt trip them first. The other day, I thought I saw Indian Paintbrush on the way home from school, so I asked them if they'd walk down the road with me and my camera so I could take my 365 photo. They were agreeable enough until they realized how long the road was and that friends from school drive down it to get home. Since when did walking make you look like a mentally ill vagabond? They counted the number of cars that passed. At least twenty. I suppose someone should call CPS on me for ruthlessly exposing that my children have moving legs in public. The fact that I was crouched down for a few seconds to get theses shots didn't help. Plus, they actually broke a micro-mini sweat. Sometimes I wonder if these beings are truly my children.
I didn't mention that it was just regular old weeds and not the flowers I thought.
(I think my grandfather met my grandmother here.)
But, all hope is not lost. My son asks every day if we can go shoot hoops at the basketball court after school, and yesterday, my daughter got out of school early and just started walking home with a friend. They were both carrying about 30 pounds of books on their backs and will probably have scoliosis now, but they were smiling and ... gasp... walking down the same road their friends take to get home.