We spent a peaceful morning at the creek yesterday. The cicadas sang in the trees and hawks flew overhead while I snapped numerous pictures of the boys digging, throwing, splashing, discovering, and exploring.
Wading through the chilly water.
Searching for fossils.
"Making soup."
Will was all ready to go home until I showed him the clay.
"It's kind of like playdough. It's kind of like sticky."
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