one mom's musings on herself, her family, her work, and her world
Saturday, July 4, 2009
A skink just ran under the porch table at my parents' house. I put my book down and watched him for awhile. The kids were taking a nap, but they would have loved to see him. So I tried to get a photo of him. No luck. Despite my best attempt at going unnoticed, he's gone. And, like all skinks, he was really fast. I guess this time the pleasure is all mine.