the inchworm

 
Sunday afternoon Truett and I took a walk at the wayside park at the south end of the Ichetucknee River.

We talked of things present, past, and future; and were encouraged.

Of course, I got side-tracked by the new fangled innertubes. 

They weren't the oversized black tractor tubes that we floated on thirty years ago. 

Black innertubes that rubbed our tender underarms raw.

These new innertubes looked like fun.

We listened to the rushing water; and I hoped to see water fowl, but didn't.

On the way out of the Wayside Park, I studied the tree at the top of the hill and I could almost hear my children's voices from twenty years ago calling, "Race you to the car!"

And then an amazing thing happened.

I saw an inchworm dangling in mid-air.  I tried to focus in on it, and did several times; but the thing kept swaying in the breeze. 

I focused on the inchworm many times, but not according to the next few photographs.

Here's Truett smoking an inchworm.

And now the inchworm is crawling up Truett's nose.  "Oh, my!"

"Get him off your eye!"  I screamed.

Actually, I tried to focus on the inchworm against Truett's blue shirt, but you know inchworms. 

They have a mind of their own and will not stand still.

Thanks for playing along, Truett.

 

Comments

[sherry pearl]

I laughed so hard, I cried...and so did Quinnie.

[Jill]

Great one! Loved the pictures!