Jacy was stung by a bee when we arrived. She was strangely comforted by my documentation of her pain and stopped sobbing as she showed the tiny welt.

Dakota and Candida soak their toes.

Low-flying planes in Nanticoke are rare enough to be greeted with gasps of wonder.

Scooping up tadpoles and salamanders. Aponi struck gold with a crab's wee exoskeleton.

walking with me.

Millie sits on what we Johnson children used as our "diving board" growing up. It's a conveniently rectagular outjutting of rock on the side of the crick.

Millie came home with Queen Anne's Lace. Due to the torrents of recent rain, in the horse pasture they towered above my head. I don't ever remember walking through ones so tall. Wherefrom those painted hands?

Mayhap those wild blackcaps stored in her cupholder...

The fair was fun-- a bit of a bust, but still fun. We got to see my mom's quilts exhibited, visit a bit with Leah and the boys, see tractors and cows, eat elephant ears, go on the ferris wheel, and leave with a few fistfuls of cotton candy.

We arrived just before the free gate closed, at which point the sky began to empty its dishpan with rattles and clangs for the next two hours. The girls escaped the building inside which we were quarantined as soon as a lull came.

She fell asleep covered by this, but when she woke up, confused under a purple tarp, I uncovered her face.