on a walk back from dropping william off at a birthday party already in progress after his art class let out...
the bike path home...
new bridge, new neighborhood...
poppies...
space for new homes? i certainly hope not, but i guess that's how everyone feels. build my house and then stop...
and now back to our home to find greg reaching up high with a colander to let henry drop in the cherries he's picked...
in the tree...
then we go to get william at the party in the new neighborhood, where everyone's playing in the backyard...
on the way home, we stop with one of his friends and his friend's mom and the boys play at the creek and catch frogs and "water scorpions" and tiny fish and really, really tiny shrimp, and the grown-ups talk...
later we head back to our old neighborhood for dinner with some old neighbors. here we are, paused near the church, since by some act of god we are early, and in denmark, we think the rule is that one should be on time, but one should never be early...
the circus is coming to town...
good night!
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such precious moments! with Monet poppies no less...
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