The Forest Mill and Jasmine

Max has a good friend, Jasmine, that is daughter to my good friend, Patricia. Last weekend, we all got together and had an incredibly relaxing and fun Sunday in the woods close to the beach.

Here, out in the middle of nowhere, is an old, forest mill that still works. The kids can go in and see how to make flour and watch all the gears and millstones grind and churn away. There is also a little area for the kids to draw outside and Max and Jasmine spent a good half hour drawing together while the two moms yacked.

A walk in the woods led us to this fallen tree that made a perfect bridge over a little stream. The kids were like moths to a flame, so Patrica and I pulled ourselves together and walked the plank with our much more daring 3 year olds.

Another bridge to spend heaps of time on. The kids threw sticks and dirt and leaves and all sorts of things in to see whose stick or leaf came first. They looked for bubbles and fish and just enjoyed the heck out of not having to do anything at all. (So did we!)

The two little cuties. Here it is, caught on film, one of those moments of childhood where time is on your side and everything is just as it should be. Wish I could go back there sometimes. Pretty cool that having kids gives you a chance to relive all that fun in a new, grown-up way.