Things looked a little beat up around here on Sunday morning (including our car). I’m always amazed at the resiliency of flowers though. They seemed a bit weighed down, but stunning nonetheless.
The animals seemed a bit groggy after an eventful night – everything was slower moving at the zoo. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Finding yourself at a quiet zoo is sometimes the best kind of zoo at all.
We were there for a Girl Scout event, but afterwards wandered around a bit on our own. F likes to insert herself as an older kid whenever she can, and at this particular station she did just that. When asked what they might want to be when they are older she just skipped the “teacher-veterinarian-doctor-scientist” route and decided when she is older she wants to be four-and-a-half. It’s good to dream big.