I Imagine...

On a typical Sunday afternoon at the Covak house, there is much peace to be found. It is our day of rest. And since, in the language we all speak until approximately college graduation, the word "rest" actually means "play," there's a lot of that in our Sunday abode, as well.

The Covak children play with one key theme in mind, it seems; indeed, all key playing decisions stem on the statement start of "I imagine..." And there they go: off to the reeds in the grove out back (which double as the African jungle, dontchaknow) or pedaling furiously down the sidewalk before the speed demon following them ignites his extra-speed nitro flare. All's fair in the land of play, after all.

But Sunday was dreary, so in they stayed. In they stayed to play...for not a streak of sun was to found in the day.

Elijah imagined a Batman world...

 where Robin and Batman were poised to protect the cave...

after they hung Mr. Freeze by the neck with a makeshift lariat and underneath a giant vat of acid. (I imagine the locking ring from the chocolate carton and the jug itself are the lariat and vat in question.)

And let's not ignore the fight ongoing below as The Penguin and Robin come to blows while Batman races on his Batcycle to "get the troops for reinforcements." I imagine that's a pretty mess battle.












But the grin of satisfaction for an imaginary world well-played does, in fact, say it all.

Grace played alongside Bubba as the imagination ensued. Of course (gasp and shudder!), Grace's world was about horses. She assured me the aerial view of the farm was "the best angle for experiencing it."

To which I replied, "I imagine so." But the low-down to front door wasn't bad, either, I remarked. Note the detail of Grace's imagination: that's a bunny beneath the tree and a tiny bridle on the horse in the background.

Especially not with the creator's face right next to it for, as she so correctly observed: "It's a good thing this is pretend, Mommy, because if this were real right now, the people would be really scared to see my giant face outside their window." Well. Can't argue with that.

And while one barn was getting the vet's attention (that's Sarah there in the foreground leading the calf to an exam), the other barn was the site of the riding competition, complete with a corral...

(Yes, another aerial was requested for posterity.)

 

...along with a tiny rider. He's a trainer, I'm told, so he rides bareback.

And the day of riding was bright and clear and sunny...with a small chance of showers. 

Ideal weather for a Sunday.

I imagine.