At Its Finest

Mighty patriotism on July 4th.

We woke up to great heat, and John took us to the park pool and carousels. Thank you again, George F., for suffering through a stinted childhood that blossomed into free pools and carousels for us.



This was the girls' third or fourth time in a pool, though their first time in this one, with its two feet deep steeped in danger and thrill.

Piper and I sat under an umbrella and embroidered while John and Susannah soaked their toes.





Millie asked Susannah if she'd like to come in



and laughed at the surely spoken, "Neeoooooo."



The Wren did eventually wet her feathers.


Contrary to appearances, Annie was not a wallflower.



A Nixie is a water pixie, after all.




And Millie remains convinced that she learned to swim.