Another Visit to the Tallahassee Museum

Jake at the McNair-Black Farmhouse, Photo by Kris Kimel Photography

On Friday, Mom, Kris, Sophie, Jake, and I went to the Tallahassee Museum again. We had so much fun. Hardly anybody else was there, so we played as if the 52-acre museum were all ours. It was such a warm, lovely day, the air so light; the hickory trees were gold and the sweetgums were red. We played hide-and-seek and there were no boundaries. As Kris hid her eyes over by the Trail Break Café, Sophie and I ran toward Bellevue, the Princess Murat house, acres and acres away. We ran in the front door, down the wide, breezy hall, and out the back. We jumped down the porch steps and ran down, down into the dry sink; we hid in that big, familiar crater in the woods. We talked in whispers and waited, listening to the leaves and acorns fall. Then we crept around on the sandy trails behind the old schoolhouse, past the sparkleberries and deer berries. We hid for maybe half an hour, as Kris chased Jake (fruitlessly) along the boardwalks, over the palmettos in the swamp. . . .

Jake, me, and Sophie, Photo by Kris Kimel Photography