We're Going on a Bear Hunt... or Rabbit Hunt

Hey,

Well, here's a shocker.  My artsy night did not happen.

For good reason though.

In spite of my best efforts to stay home and go through with the evening I had planned for myself, Jered talked me into going for a walkabout with him by the lake.  He wanted to give his new slingshot a spin.  And while I did my fair share of whining... the entire time... it was a fun way to spend the evening.  (Shh- don't tell Jered.)

I assumed we were going to walk the trail and enjoy the scenery.  But you remember what the teachers taught us about what assuming does...  It makes an ... of "u" and "me."  Obviously, I was wrong.  So incredibly wrong.  What was I thinking?  I was with Jered Flinkman after all.

What started as Jered taking my hand and leading me through the woods (this was no easy trek), turned into a demented game of Red Light, Green Light.  Jered gained more and more ground, I would run to catch up, and apparently my athletic agility wasn't as stealthy as he would have liked.  "How about every time I stop walking, you stop walking too?"  (I think I'm off the hook for joining him on any future hunting days.)

 

I think you can probably imagine how this walk went.  Jered was one hundred percent in the hunting zone.  Seriously- he's like a dog that sees a squirrel.  That sounds bad, but I mean it in the most endearing way.

 

Meanwhile, I played around with the camera and looked for sights I wanted to remember, like the vibrant green moss that covered the downed tree, or my husband squatting in wait for a rabbit to appear.

 

At one point, I saw a big, lonely patch of snow that stubbornly survived in the shadows.  I almost took a picture to document the fading of winter, but then I literally thought, "I'm not taking a picture of that- Die snow, die!"  You know, because I'm mature like that.

Remember that scene from Princess and the Frog when Louis, the alligator, jumps into the bushes and comes out screaming that the "bricker bushes" got him? And he's covered in briers?  Mhmm.  Yep, I felt like Louis.

 

Finding brightly colored buds on the ground, seeing them covering the tree tops from which they fell, and spying fresh green signs of life peeking through the carpet of dead leaves was more energizing for me than seeing the one and only rabbit that crossed our path.

 

And then there were the more glamorous sights of the evening...

It truly was a beautiful evening, whining aside.  And even though I would have liked a bit more interaction with the mister, I enjoyed seeing him in his element.  He is the epitome of the outdoorsy type.

I honestly don't think I could have asked for a better evening, though my sentiment may have been lost on the mister.  I can't wait to enjoy more beautiful evenings and Saturday mornings like this together.  

Have a fantastic weekend!

Aim