Late Summer
I, dusty and bedraggled as I am,
Pestered with wasps and weeds and making jam,
Blowzy and stale, my welcome long outstayed,
Proved false in every promise that I made,
At my beginning I believed, like you,
Something would come of all my green and blue.
Mortals remember, looking on the thing
I am, that I, even I, was once a spring.
-C.S. Lewis
Here are some pics from the summer that never made the blog. Saying goodbye to summer is so hard, counting down the days til June!
Peter loves his baby
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