Sometimes, even when there are looming writing deadlines, seeds to plant, corners to sweep, school work to get done and oh, kindergarten to attend, sometimes it’s best to just ignore all that, sling a pole over your shoulder, and go fishing.
And can I just say, as a novice Mama fisherwoman, that the fisherman we have encountered thus far are such a kind-hearted lot? They swap out our giant hooks (suitable for catching, oh, sharks perhaps) for smaller ones, show us how to slide on a bobber, point to the best spots, give us bait, and oh so many tips for success. Generous souls.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some fish to gut. Happy weekend friends!