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They are putting in a fence next to our house. The boys have been glued to the scene. I had planned to go get the car's oil changed, but we can't go anywhere--we might miss something. I even went out and sat with Ky for awhile on a blanket, and he was fascinated too. There are men digging, and also this hole-digging machine. Very cool. 
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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