In this undeveloped couple of acres that marks
the halfway point of our neighborhood walk Casey has free reign to air it out, wherever.
I usually walk the periphery, taking in
the sights, making sure that the kid stays out of trouble. In a couple of months you can forget about letting
loose on any place but the trails. The wild grass will be at least chest high,
a transformation that almost goes unnoticed until Casey is porpoising through his
mini-prairie to cut corners.