On a gray day in May we went to play.
Daddy was at work. Baby had slept through our usual Baby Storytime show at the local library. The afternoon stretched uneventfully before us.
And then I remembered...
In Oregon there are farms.
Not much in season yet for the buying, although last year's harvest is a gift that keeps on giving. And local meat, fresh for the table.
Meanwhile, the strawberry fields were fierce with greens and bright white flowers. In another month...it'll be a different story.
Until then, flowers for sale.
Have you ever seen a fuchsia plant? The flowers look like teeny tiny fairy dresses.
Geraniums as far as the eye can see.
We petted (patted? putted?) ponies, and I fed them feed.
Baby was a bit young for that. Maybe next month. Or year.
I picked a fight with a rooster.
And a turkey.
Actually, they started it.
Apart from pissing off the poultry, we just sat and enjoyed the view.
Lucky enough to be exploring between rain storms.
That was our day. It was gray. And it happened to be May.