We've had temperatures over a hundred for the past week, and although I realize that it isn't as hot as some of you have to endure in, say, Arizona, we can still hardly bear to be outside sometimes. But our new awning gives us some shade to sit in, and playing in the sprinklers helps too. Here is Abraham running through the sprinklers with his friend Mark. (I hope that dry spot on our grass enjoyed this little session as much as Abe and Mark did!)
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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