I was out at Levi's soccer game today in Ballard. Seattle was covered with blue skies and big billowy white clouds. Although beautiful, the clouds made it feel a good 15 degrees colder than it was when they blew on past, and the sun warmed you right through the fleece. I walked directionless through Ballard after the game, looking for a place to get change for a bus, and then hopefully a bus stop. My two youngest kids in tow, both whining about their own personal drama of the hour. Whining loudly, non-stop.
Then suddenly the whining stopped. (???)
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The first one I found, in the rain garden. |
But they pleaded. Don't they always? And they both appeared to be genuinely connecting (rare) on this effort, so I caved.
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The found mushrooms, just barely out of the ground. |