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mylescorcoran) wrote2005-07-18 11:33 am
mylescorcoran) wrote2005-07-18 11:33 am
Sunny picnic Sunday
We were out in the Fota arboretum today with Sally, the mother, who came down for one of her patented flying over-night visits. I drove and found that Fota is a lot closer than I had thought. We should go there more often. Rowan had a great time dashing about amidst the trees, and we had a very pleasant picnic in the shade of a great, shaggy tree (a cedar?) that Rowan found she could hide inside. The branches, heavy with foliage, came down to the ground and made a brilliant hideaway round the trunk. The bark had a lovely papery feel under my hands, and fragrant strands curled away from it like little feathers.
We also saw a peculiar pavilion made of steel and wood, placed in front of Fota House. Rowan had a great time there, running about yelling and chasing with other, older kids. One family of two younger boys and an older girl played with Rowan, or at least amused her by dashing about her in a tangle of thin, tanned limbs.
It was a brilliantly sunny day, with ice cream, a few playful clouds and a refreshing breeze to moderate the sun's heat. Glorious.
We also saw a peculiar pavilion made of steel and wood, placed in front of Fota House. Rowan had a great time there, running about yelling and chasing with other, older kids. One family of two younger boys and an older girl played with Rowan, or at least amused her by dashing about her in a tangle of thin, tanned limbs.
It was a brilliantly sunny day, with ice cream, a few playful clouds and a refreshing breeze to moderate the sun's heat. Glorious.