|a boy in a tree. At the top, look closely for the blue|
|spotted him yet?|
|green orchard, but not quite as green as usual thanks to the lack of rain|
"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." Henry James
Blue skies, tree climbing, roses and bees, lavender and butterflies, pixies in the orchard and a little cricket. Something had just happened in the photo above. I'm still working on understanding it all though, so I can't tell you exactly what it was. No, actually, that's a lie, I'm not really working on it at all, I'm letting it all wash over me and hoping I occasionally pick up some useful information. That's pretty much my whole approach to life in fact.
The middle boy got hit by a six. Suddenly I understand the saying. He had a bag of ice on his knee for most of the afternoon.
The littlest boy shinned up to the twiggy bit at the top of the tree. He places great faith in very thin branches at times. Something went crack on the way down.
The biggest boy is going tobogganing tomorrow. He needs gloves.
Summer is perfection isn't it.