For the next eight days, I will be joining Grampy Russ on his vacation. I'll be returning on Monday, August 6th, with lots of pictures of Miss Maya's third birthday. See you then!
A cuckoo sat on a tree, and sang, "Summer is coming, coming;" And a bee crept out from the hive, and began ~ lazily humming, humming. Yes, summer had come, and the cuckoo sang ~ his song through woodland and hollow: "The summer is come: if you don't believe me, ~ you have only to ask the swallow.