November 20, 2010. Jackson, Ms. Parks.

The weather was perfect, 65 degrees and sunny. After nap time, Molly, Mary Frances, Ken, Christina and I went to a park, a very fancy park on the grounds of the Museum, right beside the Pearl River. The three dollar entrance fee was worth every penny because the park, which is large, has the most imaginative equipment I have ever seen. Along with the multitude of traditional equipment, this park has everything to delight a three year old and a ten year old. Mary Frances, after climbing everything in sight, played in the large sand area along with two other little boys while Molly made a circuit going from one favorite to the next, finally stopping to swing for a few minutes. Then she wants to start the whole thing over again. And again.

Ken and I watched Molly play for a bit, then we went for a walk around the grounds. You really can not beat this weather for November. The park closes at five so at four forty five we enticed Molly to sit at a bench and eat a sucker, then followed a red tailed hawk down the road. That was an added bonus, watching the hawk scream at us and stay in the tree looking at us before flying off. While still discussing the hawk, we climbed into the car heading for home. Only then did Molly asked to return to the park. Clever adults.