Permit a child to join

For Thomas, who endures memorizing Emily Dickinson and Mary Oliver poems

Indian Summer 

Emily Dickinson

These are the days when birds come back,

A very few, a bird or two,

To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies put on

The old, old sophistries of June, -

A blue and gold mistake.

Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,

Almost thy plausibility

Induces my belief,

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,

And softly through the altered air

Hurries a timid leaf!

Oh, sacrament of summer days,

Oh, last communion in the haze,

Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,

Thy consecrated bread to break,

Taste thine immortal wine!

Peaceful weekend to you all. I am headed off to Henderson, TN, early tomorrow morning to spend the weekend with the Osburns, friends we traveled with to Ethiopia. Terribly excited to see them again and to meet the rest of their beautiful family.

These are from our trips to Shady Knoll Farm and Butterworth Park. Trying to grab onto every warm day left.