August 16, 2011

gone fishing.

a sunny morning in ellicottville.
snails and worms collected from the garden.
a fishing rod, a pack of gum and the tackle box.
off to the pond with grammy.
the hum of the crickets and the bumble bees.
wild flowers picked. wild blackberries eaten. a crown of flowers strung together. 
calm and peaceful.
anticipating the pull of the fishing line.
enjoying this quiet moment with grammy.
a tug of the line.
a fish is caught! 

the happy fisherman is not enjoying the flopping fish.
tears and yelling at grammy to 'throw it back in the water'
 i guess we won't stick around to catch another.
back to the cottage...
 wild flowers preferred over flopping fish...