“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” ― Tuck Everlasting
Ousel Falls
So glad Aunt T could help Anna finish her longer run today :)
Taylor had a fall on his mountain bike today,
and yet we are so grateful that he is in one piece and that spirits are good.
As Monty Python famously says, "'Tis but a scratch. It's only a flesh wound..."
game night
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