Throwing Rocks
The first afternoon at the cabin, I took a walk down to the water with Lydia, Luke, and Poppy.
That hill behind them might look nice, but walk it uphill a few times, and it will whip you into shape.
Lydia didn’t waste any time getting down to the water so she could throw rocks.
Every time a rock made a splash in the water, Luke giggled.
Poppy helped Luke throw some rocks too.
When Luke tried throwing the rock on his own, the rock didn’t make it very far. (Look just under his hand.)
After a while, Luke picked up a rock, handed it to Poppy, and said, “Uh!” Translation: Throw!
Sweet memories.
Janet Saxon says:
The hands!! Can you crop that part? Luke’s little hand and Poppy’s big hand? Memories, indeed.
Dad says:
Next they’ll be throwing cherry bombs in the lake to stun the fish.