Puddle Jumper

While the Artist and I were out weeding the fruit beds one evening, we decided to bring Ember along and begin to acclimatize her to the great outdoors. She appears to have the makings of a natural born hunter; she crouched among the soy bean seedlings and stalked every bug in sight and when she tired of that game she ran wild all around us, running through the strawberry patch to gather enough speed to leap over the tall grass that lines one of the small pond feeders. She was zipping around so quickly, at some point she must have become a little disoriented or perhaps she lost her head a little because seconds after she ran full tilt past me, I heard a large splash. I turned around expecting to see Callie wading in the pond or the usual tell tale ripples on the water of a fish jumping. I saw neither. What I did see was a certain redhead scrambling out of the water so fast it looked like she was water skiing. She had leaped over a different spot of grass not realizing there was a pond on the other side.

It might just be me, but I could have sworn she slowed down a little after that.

It was at that point I decided I'm glad that should I ever fall into the pond,

I won't have to lick myself clean.

And then it was decided, much to the chagrin of Ember,

that perhaps a return to the old farmhouse,

for a proper cleaning was most certainly in order.

I'm joining:

Texture Tuesday at Kim Klassen Cafe
Sweet Shot Tuesday
My World Tuesday

~Be well friends~