I’ve mentioned Canmore before. We love it. The scenery. We love it.
Everyday we walk downtown, along the wooden boardwalk, along a sleepy creek. Did I mention that we love it?
I can’t help, but stop to photograph flowers in the meadow.
It’s bright and sunny.
The kids interrupt, “can we play in the creek”.
“Sure, but don’t get your clothes wet”, I say.
The thistles are up to my thighs. They are bright and huge and I forget they’re weeds.
Even the bees are still.
I forget I have kids
(it is glorious), until I hear a wild banshee Georgia shrieking.
She’s made sure not to get her clothes wet.
She’s is almost naked, almost being the operative word.
“Come and get dressed”, I suggest.
Ah, who am I kidding? I could care less; it’s hot, she’s happy, it’s a glorious day.
“Come and get me mummy”, she hollers.
We spent awhile playing by the creek.
A couple walked by on the bridge. ” Are those your kids?” the woman asked.
“Yes” I said, cautiously.
“They’re cute!”, she says.
“I know” “Thanks,” I said.
For all you trolls, who disapprove of my creek swimming, topless preschooler.
AND –> YES Dad, I’ll be getting his hair cut before school starts!