April 27, 2014

wild children :: puddle jumpers




Whilst the grown ups were drawn to the sea of blue, the children were drawn to the sea of brown. When your feet are clad in welly boots, a muddy puddle is just crying out to be jumped in. The woods echoed with squelches, splashes, and squeals of delight. By the time we returned to the car, the boys’ faces were splattered with mud, their trousers were sopping wet, their boots were full of water, and their grins stretched from ear to ear.

More wild adventures:

{sounds of spring}

{a transformation}

{tic tac toe in the woods}

{ wild children }

{Joining in with Project Wild Thing, and trying to swap screen time for #wildtime}

3 thoughts on “wild children :: puddle jumpers

  1. Angie

    Wonderful words and photos! I never had boots, but I was a Spring-time puddle jumper back in the day! And always landed on my rear and got in so much trouble! 😀


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