Sandbox Days

To see a World in a Grain of Sand and Heaven in a wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and Eternity in an hour.

~William Blake, "Auguries of Innocence," 1810

Oh Yes, Splendid Summer Sandbox days are among us. Bugs, and dirt on noses and humidity. Lemonade and popsicles and garden green beans. Fireworks and lightening bugs and the smell of brats on the grill. Sunscreen and Watermelon and scratched knees. Chalked hopscotches and bunnies hopping all about and berries on the bush. Dandelion Bouquets..these are the things that these days are made of. Sure these days are nice and they are sweet and they are swell. - I can't finish this musing because the kids are screaming and I can't think properly. I think Ben hit Belle and ran away with the spoon.