The boys had a good time, as always, helping Grandma irrigate (we missed having Grandpa there splashing around in his rubber boots and checking the water levels, though!).
Malachi is old enough to get himself dirty this year. Although he thought the water was a bit too cold.
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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