Our assignment was to collect a few wildflowers for observation and basic classification. I led her along the path, recalling where certain flowers had been in the past. She didn't care so much about the path. The trees beckoned, and up she went.
The runoff pipes intrigued her, and down she went. A rustle and speedy wriggle suggested that a garter snake had quickly taken refuge in the grass. She eagerly went to investigate. Her view of the wetlands was much different than mine usually is.
But that's a good thing, right? Perspective. Looking through the eyes of a child and such.
We found our specimens, brought them back for observation, and then mounted them in the flower press.
We'll take a peek at our sweet wildflowers in a few weeks. I wonder how much the pond and fields will have changed by then? Autumn will have officially arrived. Oh, joy!
In the mean time, I'll cherish these last few summer-ish days with my own little wildflower.
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