This is Lair o' the Bear state park in the last week of summer.
Because so many of my childhood summers were spent burrowing in the subtle fragrance of the scrub willow and wild mint alongside Colorado streams, this means a lot to me.
I think it means more to me, at this point, than it does to Q. But this is the stuff of which memories are made.
"Come on, Mommy!"
Running for the arms of the great tree.
This gigantic cottonwood has held so many children in its lifetime that I can't help wondering if it remembers them all.
One of my all-time favorite photos of the Q.
And, in the stream with her paper umbrella and her dress hiked up over her bloomers. The water is bracingly cold in Bear Creek, if you were wondering, even in late summer.
This is what the last moments of summer are all about.