Molly Kate, left, and Stella snatch Nana’s hiking stick
for their Smoky Mountain choreography.
One of the great joys of our July Smoky Mountain trip was
seeing our grandchildren and one great nephew having fun sans electronics. They
reconnected with each other, made up their own versions of chase, played hide
and seek, climbed rocks, tubed and waded streams and became acquainted with
Smoky Mountain fauna.
Muddy feet, evidence that even a girly girl may succumb to the call of
a Smokies’ stream.
Oldest grand Luke corrals cards that had
adults and kids in gales of laughter.
Grandson Nate, 9, is armed with his foam weapon, coveted by both boy and girl siblings and cousins.
Great nephew Ashton, a 9-year-old fledgling entomologist,
was as intrigued as I was with the colorful butterflies that shared Elkmont
Campground with us in July.
In spite of Ashton’s help and the butterfly’s
cooperation, my faulty balance kept the swallowtail out of focus. But I don’t
want to forget Ashton’s and the butterfly’s part in making our July trip a
pleasure, so less than perfect images will have a place in this post and in my heart.
What a delightful time you all had. I think such outings should be mandatory for kids today so they don't forget how to play and enjoy the world beyond the glowing screen. Your grands have not forgotten.
ReplyDeleteThose wonderful photos and memories, will keep you going all winter long!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos, and I especially like the one with the beautiful butterfly. Lovely. Dianne
ReplyDeleteYour vacation photos just ooze love.
ReplyDeleteAmazing butterflies that land on the fingers.
Love these pictures.