There are two times of year in Houston the Gulf Coast when the weather is just perfect. Late September through October is one of them, with late February through April being the other.
Somehow for us, fall may be a bit better because we just came off of the scorching (and this year, dry) days of summer when the time to get out can’t come soon enough. Throw an at-home. on-line school into the mix for several weeks straight, and there you go. Gotta get out.
Venus hides among peachy cloud wisps.
The spiderwebs greet me daily every morning, some right in the face. This spider species for which I don’t know the name (we call them ‘crab’ spiders) have a knack for building huge webs right in the middle of a walkway. These spiders are so small, you don’t see them until they are literally on your nose.
Good thing I don’t fear spiders.
One of the more amazing feats these guys do is that they take up their entire web (provided I don’t walk into it) in the morning by eating their own silk. From what I can tell, they like to build in the same spot, because around sunrise, there he is — building again.
I wish my kids were as efficient with their craft supplies and cracker crumbs.
The swing by the creek now has a native trumpet vine growing up both sides of the A-frame. It could just have easily been poison ivy, or Virginia creeper, or any other climber, but it’s not. These orange, trumpet-shaped flowers are a favorite for pollinators, and many people plant them next to pergolas and frames to get the same effect.
Yippee! Nature loves me.
Wild trumpet vine finds the A-frame on the swing.
Just like I planned it. LOL
So as soon as the Houston traffic dies down, say around 9:00a, we head to the train station to park and ride into the Museum District. The train ride, after all, is half the fun.
Train Selfie with Photo Bomber
(and one unknown weary traveler)
When we get there, the kids (all on their own, mind you) decide they want to spend the bulk of their time at the Cockrell Butterfly Center. Now, I could have spent all day there taking photos, but I intentionally left the camera bag at home. Only the Canon Powershot graced my pockets, and it doesn’t do very good macro photography.
So Selfies and subjects-that-stay-still — and wall art — it is.
Mommy’s favorite museum space,
the Brown Hall of Entomology
If I ever get back to school to finish an undergrad degree, this is what it will be for. Needless to say, I always come away with some new piece of information, no matter how many times I come here. The kids love playing the trivia games, and I enjoy just marveling at all the precious little things that grace the exhibits.
As we exited, we noticed a butterfly had ‘escaped’ the pyramid enclosure and entered the building. The kids straight away went and told the curator, who came out with a large butterfly net. While she tried to catch the escapee, the kids bought some junk food.
Of all the souvenir vending machines, this is
what the kids get. Sheesh!!
Later, inside the museum at some other exhibit, the worker (who had finally caught the butterfly) came all the way in to find us to tell us that. She wanted to be sure to thank us for our deed and encourage the kids to do so in the future.
Little did she know that DirtNKids aren’t bug-squishers. We are bug lovers. Last year, we rescued (by hand, mind you) an escaped cockroach to return to the museum folks in tact, something most kids can’t brag about. The rescuer (Scottie) was rewarded with a tour behind the scenes.
Perhaps one day, one of the kids — or even me — will be rewarded with a volunteer job there.
I can dream, can’t I?