Photo Story Friday: Collecting Acorns
I had big plans for the morning.
We were heading to our favorite farm for a hike.
I had a picnic snack packed in my bag,
and a destination in mind.
We were heading deep within the property, in search of the cows.
It was a long walk.
Longer than I remembered from last year,
made longer still by a little boy who stopped every few yards,
veering off the road to investigate the grass and leaves, trees and twigs, rocks and dirt.
Impatient, frustrated, with one eye on the time,
I kept encouraging him on.
“Let’s go… come on… keep walking…”
And he’d reluctantly drop whatever he was contemplating and continue on,
only to stop, distracted again by some new small wonder.
So I made myself forget about the destination,
dropped the carefully made plans,
and crouched down beside him at the side of the path
where we spent the rest of the morning collecting acorns together.
And it turned out to be an even better morning than I had planned.