Hannah is not afraid of anything, and certainly not of sticking her hand in a tree stump to go look for frogs. She’s a San Myshuno gal who’s barely ever seen a frog in real life, but that’s most certainly not stopping her, quite the opposite. She catches them, and she gently studies them, and then she brings them all to me — why — and tells me all about the differences she’s noticed between them.
She’s found her summer activity, and she’s really happy about it. All thoughts of grades, and ununderstanding teachers, and Math, fade away.
She doesn’t stop at frogs either. Like a budding entomologist, she catches most bugs she lays her eyes on — at least when she’s fast enough?
Being fast enough makes her pretty proud of herself.
She spends all of her first day in Granite Falls doing this. Digging through odd rock formations, finding fossils, catching bugs…
Well until the sun has set, and into the night.
Then she returns home and tells me absolutely all about it. Everything she found, how much she enjoyed this, and all that she plans on doing the next day. Apparently that involves venturing into deeper woods. I choose not to tell her about the legend of the Hermit of Granite FAlls ebcause I have a hunch she would go on a quest to find him alone.
But now it’s time for bed. She changes into her nightgown, still blabbering about frogs and ladybugs.
But she’s exhausted, and as soon as her head hits the pillows, she falls asleep.
It’s her sister’s turn to get to bed. They are sleeping in adjacent rooms.
So that as I’m putting Cleo to sleep, I hear that Hannah woke up, and is now telling her favorite cat plushy about the wonderful day she had.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 