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

—Tennyson

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Yesterday afternoon we went to the park. The weather was gorgeous. Charlotte played on the slide and swings. Isaiah ran himself ragged around the merry-go-round. I sat and read the end of the Grapes of Wrath: what a phenomenal book! I wish we would have had time to get ice cream cones, but it was already dinnertime. So we raced home and made spaghetti.

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