turtles


Last Saturday, I woke up to a beautiful day that landed an important question on my pillow: What to do with the day? I wasted a good few hours feeling like I had to be busy doing something to make the most of the day. Oh, but what to do....

I asked my daughter. What do you want to do?

I'll go for a walk with you.

Here? Somewhere else? Should we make it an adventure?

Here.

OK. Not what I want, but OK.

We walked.

At the bottom of the hill, we hooked a hard left and kept on and came across, oh, about a dozen or so turtles out in the swamp doing their turtle thing. Turtle thing: each little hard-shelled dude was on his own little grass tuft in the swamp taking in the sun. They were so still, so quiet, so unbelievably strong, peaceful, eternal.

They have been here forever, Adella, because they know what to do with Saturday.

They're funny, mom.

That, too. Yes.

She slipped her hand in mine, and we made our way into the woods, up the hill, and all over the place. That was our day.

So funny. I love those guys.

Do Saturday right. Do Saturday like a turtle.