The baby and I dodged a few raindrops this morning to see what was happening at our favorite morning spot. We waited out a few of the drips while splitting an everything bagel, toasted, and slathered with cream cheese. Why I didn’t think to take a photograph of F with a white mustache and beard speckled with tiny black poppy seeds, I don’t know. Too busy laughing at the antics of the chipmunk a few feet away, I guess. Those kind of giggles are the best.
We got to go in the Dinoquest exhibit this morning for free, so we did. I’m not too sure that the jurassic period is really on F’s radar yet, but she digs a good oversized nest of fake eggs. “More!” she cries, reminding me that her bagel wasn’t quite cutting it. The exhibit was in the climatron, and everytime I go in that place I’m reminded just how bizarre nature can really be. I look at this flower, for instance, and wonder just what sort of evolutionary push and pull created these things. They are spectacular (and look a bit fake too, with all the shiny, taut surfaces and moisture beads) and I’m glad we’ve decided to wander through.
The only dinosaur that seemed to catch F’s eye was this one, and after I snapped a few photos of it, the bird perched on its arm flew off, scaring me to death. I looked around, but don’t think anyone noticed my yelp. It was the real thing, not some sort of cast animal like the dinosaur, an evolutionary dichotomy aka the Creation Museum. (Not sure I said that correctly, but I will say that I was relieved to make it through the exhibit and not see Adam and Eve.)
Back out of the rainforest into the September Midwest, we walked a bit more…
…dreamed that maybe one day we could actually make one of these gorgeous borders in our own backyard…
…and decided if we ever owned a candy store, we’d plant a million of these little flowers in front of it – gumdrops on a stick, they are. And our walk was over, and without one single photo of the girl. What was I thinking?