Yesterday, me and my mother went to the lake in the nature sanctuary. I stayed in the water for two hours. I made a lot of friends. The best one was the shrimp, which stayed in my hand and let me feed it. It stayed with me for about a half hour. It would follow me around and eat plankton off dead plants which were floating around in the water.
I also cleaned up the lake to help my other friends, the clams. You see, there are clams on the bottom of the lake, but when people walk in the water, they might crush the clams. So I searched the bottom of the lake and picked up the clams and put them in the reeds instead, because no one ever walks in the reeds. I also made friends with a fish, whom I am pretty sure was a baby pike.
Oh and I did something brave! Me and my mother swam out to the white waterlilies. I love white waterlilies, but I'm a little bit afraid of swimming among waterlilies, as their stealks and pads tend to scarily brush your leg! But it's less scary when you're swimming with your mom and she says she's not afraid of waterlilies at all. I'm not really afraid of them either, I just have this instinct from my childhood, that it's scary to swim where things brush your legs.
There was this cool bird circling the lake. I remember how it looked. It was pretty big. It was brown on its back and white on its underside. It had some dark spots on the underside of its wings and a thick dark line near the wingtip, on the underside, but not exactly at the wingtip. I cannot exactly recall if its belly was just white or if it was spotted. The bird kept diving down to fish, I guess.
After I was done swimming, I got dressed and started walking home. I stopped a lot along the way to try and identify some flowers, but I found out there are a lot of flower species that are basically identical, so it was pretty difficult. I guess it doesn't matter so much to know exactly what variation of the flower it is, but I do like to try and find an identity for them! Which, by the way, I still haven't managed to do, concerning the bird!
When I got home, I tried to photograph an apple. Should be an easy task for a photographer, but it was so hard to really show the beautiful color of the apple. It was pale yellow, with burgundy brown-red uneven stripes on it. It was so beautiful. I think someone ended up eating it or baking a pie with it or something, but I don't know who got the honor of eating that beautiful apple.
Today, I went out to get an acorn for a magic spell, but then I noticed there really aren't any acorns around, must be the wrong season for acorns I guess. My fat cat Tifa followed me. I saw another cat, which looked a lot like another cat I know, so I figured they must be siblings or something. I cuddled and played with that cat, but my cat got kinda jealous, I think.
There were no acorns, but there were little tiny trees spurting up everywhere, those tiny tiny ones that are like maybe 4 inches - a foot, more or less. The little baby trees that usually get cut off by the lawnmower before they get to be big trees. I figured I could dig up one of the smallest ones and plant it at home. I tried, but it was hard to dig with my nails in the ground. There were so many roots everywhere, I didn't want to damage them.
I couldn't get the little tree up that I tried, but instead I could get two other little trees up. Unfortunately, on one tree I didn't get the root, but on one, luckily, I got a small part of the root, so I put it in a little bottle of water in my room. I will see if it grows! I considered giving it a name, maybe like Ayodele or something nice like that, but then I decided that just calling it "the tree" or "baby" would suffice.
I still needed an acorn, so I asked my mother for the plastic bag in which my stones and pine cones are. Then I found she had made the idiotic move of pouring them out in the garden and over the pet cemetery! Stupid! I said I hadn't properly gone through the stones yet, to decide which ones go indoors and which ones go outdoors. I just hope she's not gonna go as dumb as her father.
My mom said she had forgotten that and figured the stones were safe in the pet cemetery, but the thing is, children walk by there and can take my lovely little stones! My mom said she felt so sorry she could throw up. She said she wanted to give me a stone, to make up for her mistake. She said it was black and white and oval.
She couldn't find it and said that maybe she had already given it to me earlier, so I took out my gem box and asked, "was it a gem?" and she said "no, it was just a beautiful pebble." And so I said it was probably in the garden or at the pet cemetery, as I had put all my non-gem stones in that bag which she had poured out all over the land.
And so she plucked up my stones, washed them and let me go through them all. Most of my precious babies, I told my mom to put in the garden. Some tiny ones, I put in a glass jar. The pine cones, I think, can be put anywhere in nature, they tend to rot anyway. There are still a few little stones which I am not sure where they are. My tiny flint stones and the cute black one my sister gave me. Maybe they're still in my room somewhere, at least the flintstones might be.
And now my mom says she wants me to have a piece of her jewelry instead. I said "I already have all your antique jewelry in my room", but she's like "But I want to give you a piece of jewelry". You see, my mom lets me keep my favorites of her jewelry in my room. I especially like the oldest ones and the ones with precious stones.
