Kids in Trees
This afternoon and the next we have a spare hour, and on each of them we climb again. The first day we bring up the Canon as well as the iPhone, and spend even longer up there. It is another magnificent day of perfect greens, blues, and golds. We pass the good camera back and forth between the trunks. The pictures get sillier and sillier. From the other trunk I hear cries of “Work it, Claire, work it!”, as Emme snaps away. I take a series of ridiculous selfies to pass the time while, mainly, enjoying the girls, their goofiness, the spectacular day, and our arboreal camaraderie.
Kids in trees. It’s the way to go.