Thursdays = Good Stuff

I've always loved Thursdays. I actually don't know why or how it started.  It's just that it's always seemed that the best stuff of my life usually happened or happens on a Thursday.

Take, for example, this Winter and Spring.    Alex has Preschool Ecology on Thursdays, beginning at 12 PM.  Our bus arrives in Rye at around 11:25 AM. That leaves us lots of time to get to class.  We make the most of it by continuing our ritual of our walk from the Hammond Road entrance to the main building of the Rye Nature Center.

I love those mornings.  I know I'll remember them forever, even if Alex doesn't. Special things tend to happen on those morning walks.

Like this:

She's standing in the middle of the path we have to take to get to the main building in which his class is held.  Alex didn't want to come near for fear that his bright orange lunchbox would scare her away.

It's also on these walks that I allow Alex to take the camera and snap pictures of whatever he likes.

He loves him some Sweetgum pods.

He's convinced that places like these are Gnome Houses, where real gnomes live.

Thursdays also give us the opportunity to explore Rye in the Springtime.  Alex took these pictures of a croacus that had bloomed in a grassy spot in a parking lot. 

See? What did I tell you? Good stuff happens on Thursdays.