Picnic in the Park

We took advantage of a lovely fall afternoon recently to have a picnic in a local park.

G is still absolutely obsessed with collecting walnuts, sticks and pinecones, while Miles has a sixth sense about finding cicadas.

After their pockets were full, they played on the playground and ate lunch.

While Grant created an instrument out of a piece of bark and stick and sang what Kent and I call his thrash metal songs {think "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"--with anger},

Miles was busy climbing to the top of the play structure. He was about 6 feet off the ground when I finally noticed him. 

This particular park has the first and only riding squirrel I have ever come across. Grant insists that it's a bear.