As it turns out, if you go to Walden Pond, and then write about it, you are pretty much obligated to use the above title for said writing. True story. Which is to say that we drove out to Walden Pond yesterday morning, something that we have been meaning to do since just after our arrival here in Massachusetts. And, I must say, Thoreau had a good thing going. Walden Pond is truly beautiful, and may be the among the best places we have visited here so far.
We initially thought that we might walk around the pond, but the weather was that sticky kind of hot that makes walking seem unpleasant, so hiking plans were quickly abandoned in favor of pond-side relaxing and swimming. The kids thought it was both bizarre and wonderful to swim in water that was clear enough that you could see the little fish swimming along with you. We saw this makeshift turtle habitat on the shore of the pond, and briefly discussed its veracity with another beach-goer who was walking by. We came to the conclusion that we weren't sure if the sign was telling the truth or not, but that we liked the idea that it was, so would go with that.
We also found handful of empty insect galls in the wooded area surrounding the beach. I'm not sure who came out of these, but they were perfect, papery little spheres. They seemed delicate at first, but upon further inspection, they were sturdier than they looked. I would have poked around in the woods a bit more, but the baby kept running off down the shore and required chasing, particularly because his swim trunks are a little bit too big for him, causing a good deal of tripping when he gets going too fast.
Which is essentially one big metaphor for life at the moment. Oh, toddlerhood!
