Quick!

Before school begins again!

Before this short summer ends!

Let’s go to some of our favorite places.

Remember this place?

We drive to Chloe’s house.

Where is Chloe?

Well, she is not here yet.

Remember this place? Remember this place?

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Again. Again!

Each spring,

New goats

Spring like water from a fount:

they leap forth from mothers

and dive into arms.

A spring of goats:

a goatspring.

I made a cute little top for cute little Iris to wear on her cute little bike. It’s nice and short, so now she can bike all fancied-up without worrying about getting mud on her ruffles! Naturally, all that measuring and marking and cutting and pressing snipping and sewing calls for a photoshoot, so I took her down to the picturesque backdrop of greenery and water along the Massawippi River.

Iris: “Goodness gracious, not another photoshoot with adorable me wearing a cute outfit in a picturesque area along the Massawippi.”

Mama: “Fine. If you don’t feel like showing off your adorability, please at least hug your brother.”

(This almost always works.)

Iris (to Akiva) “Cheek-cheek?”

Akiva: “Are we cute?”