Wavy Wood III

We walked down to the soccer field with Ozzie this morning to throw his stick, which he brought from home. When we goth there, they were actually playing a soccer game there, so we carried on down past the school. The kids looked like they were about five or six and the encouragement of the coaches drifted up to us as we walked by….
"turn around" , "watch the ball" and "get back". Playing a game with a ball when you can't use your hands is an alien concept to anybody, but to kids it much seem particularly counterintuitive…assuming five year olds have intuition. At any rate, parents were arrayed around the field in comfortable folding chairs underneath umbrellas and everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Finding ourselves at the bottom of the new development, we decided to take the narrow path that is still not off limits and check out the scene. When we came to the little creek crossing I noticed that most of the old weathered logs and roots that I photographed here had been removed to make way for a new and improved bridge with concrete piers, but this one still remained. It is a bit the worse for wear, but I still like the patterns and designs that remain even after drought and destruction by bulldozer and earth mover have taken their toll.

We took the dogs to the Water Bark in the late afternoon. Ozzie has learned how to defend his stick against all comers, but he seemed to be having an anxiety attack because we had taken him without feeding him and he was convinced we would forget…not an entirely unreasonable worry on his part. While Dana did one more circuit of the swimming lagoon with Blake, we repaired to the tables in the sand in the shade and had a glass of wine from the snack bar. How civilized is that?