Hunting Toads

                        There's nothing much sweeter than when two great-grandsons come to visit!! 

It was a very pleasant afternoon, a stiff breeze blowing. Guess you can tell from the way it was ruffling my hair!! That wind didn't bother the boys hair one bit!

                            I played second-fiddle to some tiny toads hopping about in the grass! 

    Those boys had a blast, running, yelling, turning over things to search for the 'little hoppy toads'. 

And, they'd run back to where their grandmother and I were sitting so they could put them in a drink cup. Poor little toads!

                                         The largest one (the toad, not the boy) got pretty smart.

 He hopped up so high he grabbed hold of the hole in the cup lid and out he came. We adults were silently cheering him on! But, when he leaped out of the cup and landed on the bench next to me, I wasn't so sure I didn't want him back in that cup!

The boys played and played ... til finally it was time for them to leave. Aw, sad to see them go. Wish I had a tiny portion of their energy. Maybe I once did...

linking with Thankful Thursday and Little Things.