Bigger E. was not always thus.
In fact, back in the days of Berkeley she was the tiniest of e's.
And on Saturday mornings we almost always got up early and walked up Hopkins past Monterey Market to the park next to the King School Pool.
It's just a little park, really, with a few swings and a climber, a small field, and a toddler area right next to a huge eucalyptus tree.
Because the lab I worked in back then was up in the hills, the smell of eucalyptus will aways be Berkeley too me.
But for tiny e. eucalyptus trees meant hats.
Because that's what the shells of their fallen seeds look like:
And on those Saturday mornings I would line those little fallen hats up along the edge of the toddler area.
And e. would rush around knocking them down as fast as she could up screaming 'hats!' gleefully as she did so.
Afterwards, sometimes, we would head across the Bay to the Zoo to watch, amongst other things, the giraffes reach up to grab and chew eucalyptus leaves.
Often we would rent a wagon to haul our kid around when she got tired.
But sometimes our kid would help me pull it.
It really does all go by in a flash...
Here's Bigger E. and me, from this just past summer, covering a Danny Michel song....
The last of our tiny tomato haul this year, which is lined-up, hat-like, on our deck railing in the image at the top of the post somehow got me to thinking of all this....