I wish I had a photo for this one, but I don’t. I could, since we now have a waterproof cam, but anyway…
After our final and biggest art fair yesterday, Henry and I walked the few feet from the empty booth space to the beach for a swim, masks on head. A couple other artists were heading into the water as well. We waded out, then I noticed Henry was no longer with us. I saw that he was rummaging around in some tall reeds off to the side. Someone asked what he was doing, since it was so hot, why put off getting into the water now that the work is all done?
I thought I knew why.
After awhile he waded out and joined us and they asked him what he was doing.
“Looking for a frog to bring out swimming. I had one yesterday and I swam out with him on my head. When we got out deep he’d go off swimming but then he’d come back and ride on my head again.”
I’d figured as much.
Lacking anyone to play with, I noticed he’d been making friends with friends when we went out swimming. Of course there’s Lucy but she’s not always around. And there aren’t always many other kids either, though making new friends isn’t part of their scene yet. So a frog does fine…
A couple weeks ago I spied them sitting at a picnic table reading with ferns perched on their heads…
