She has grown in stature but is still the same little girl she was when we first starting visiting the creek regularly about five years ago.
Her legs are longer now. She no longer gets as wet as she used to. She no longer strips off her clothes and walks home nearly naked.
But she still spends a lot of time picking up and peering under rocks:
hauling 'interesting' ones to me for closer examination.
She still asks me questions I can't answer. Anyone know what sort of larvae this is? Found under a rock, under water? She said there were 34 of them altogether. And didn't buy my "rock grubs?".
She still looks in the mud for footprints:
And points out weeds and grasses for me to photograph:
I know that soon her interests will change and she will want to be jumping into waterholes with her friends rather than puttering around in the shallows with her grandmother. Krystal and her friend were oblivious to us as they played further down the creek.
Krystal assured me the water was deep between her friend and the bank. She leapt into it over and over again, enjoying the sensation of flying. How long before Georgia wants to fly too?