The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
--Wallace Stevens
This weekend was slow paced and wonderful. Friday evening we took advantage of our back porch after a stop by the snowcone stand around the corner. We have a lovely view from the back of our home, and by around 7, the temperature is perfect.
We found that our little birdy babies living in our wreath are all grown up. By late that night they had flown to another spot to roost, and by Saturday morning, they had completelyabandoned their little nursery. Bye bye little wrens!
The rest of the weekend was spent doing normal things: a baby shower, a going away lunch for friends, going to the rec, and meeting new neighbors. Our neighborhood is bursting with new people.
And now, just like that, we are back at work. Hi ho, hi ho.
We found that our little birdy babies living in our wreath are all grown up. By late that night they had flown to another spot to roost, and by Saturday morning, they had completelyabandoned their little nursery. Bye bye little wrens!
The rest of the weekend was spent doing normal things: a baby shower, a going away lunch for friends, going to the rec, and meeting new neighbors. Our neighborhood is bursting with new people.
And now, just like that, we are back at work. Hi ho, hi ho.
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