Little Girl at the Park

The air was a little nippage in the mid-40s yesterday, but Kid #5 Mary and I shoveled, raked, dragged limbs, transplanted, and weeded the spearmint and bulb beds. 

She hustled up a little friend as seen in yesterday's post.  A young lizard.  Have you ever seen a baby lizard?

Notice the ENORMOUS talons on this creature, Debbie!   Scary!  *faint*

Mary loves the huge Six Flags rollercoasters and the bunge line that swings over the fair crowds and, notably, the Royal Gorge in Colorado.  Anything daring like that, she's game.

But, to reach out and grab a small, moving lizard is a huge feat for her.   I was such the proud mother!   Up until she was 15, if she saw a spider or roach in the house, she would scream in fear and trepidation and beg one of us to handle the eight- or six-legged problem.  She's finally brave enough to grab a shoe and *bang* whatever it is, plus it helps to have pest control come every three months.

On our lunch break to Taco Bell for soft tacos, we opted to eat at the city park which has been a hangout of ours for years.  We've had manya homeschool picnics and play days there.  I do wish the maintenance of this park was better by our city.  It could be a beautiful park.  But, as we say, I digress.

After eating, Mary said, "Mom, I have to do something."  And off she flies to make her own obstacle course and relive some memories.

My little girl at the park.  Still the dareangel at 17!  And now, she has faced her fears, and the little creatures phobia has vanished.  Bless her heart.

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