"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Thursday we went to a park hidden in a grove of trees and so delightfully in the shade. Charlotte tromped in the mud and found a little friend who took her under her wing. She helped her up the stairs and down the slide. Isaiah met his friend Bryson there; they catapulted down the slides and found two new friends to spar with who brought their light sabers.

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