Akiva got wet immediately.

Iris waited…







…and then she got wet.












Then it was a happy, hot wet day in June.



Akiva got wet immediately.

Iris waited…







…and then she got wet.












Then it was a happy, hot wet day in June.



First we walk down to the river,

then we go in.




As I sliced beets for borscht, Iris pointed out the familiar pattern hidden inside.


























