As part of the awesomeness that was today we had a trip to the UCONN Dairy Bar. We were celebrating a wonderful Football season which had drawn to a close this morning/afternoon with a loss to Rham.
- NOTE: we tend to celebrate with ice cream
After downing our ice cream we hung out side for awhile playing on the rocks and then went off to wonder the Horse Barn Hill surrounds. We found ourselves in a feed of milk weeds for quite some time (more on that later when I can get the pictures off the other camera) and then off to the cow barn. Don and R returned to car and M and I walked through the field down to the barn.
During our walk M found a longish white feather. After picking it up off the ground she looked at me and said, "Can I write with it with ink when we get home?" Luckily I was able to say yes, as we have ink courtesy of the hipster art student teacher at Vinton last year. Of course as soon as the owrds were out of my mouth, I forgot.
The feather ended up in my back pocket. At some point in the ensuing afternoon it must have made its way into M's line of vision rekindling her feather pen desires. The request for the ink came shortly their after. I have some good shots (one the other camera, I know) of her penning the following letters to her father and I.
First came this one. It's similar to a lot of what she writes when she asks to borrow my phone to practice her typing.
After presenting me with this one and blushing and saying "Well, it's true." She decided to write a note for Don (rather complied with his request). And penned this cutie.
This girl is such a treasure with her feather and ink and moxie.
