The day dawned pink over the wisteria. A day for outside.
Because we haven't had much this summer, we went in search of water.
Hmm. . . . . how about this?
After plenty of splashing, dipping, exploring, and playing, the kids settled down to play in the sand.
Over and over, Rohan would get a handful of sand and let the water slowly wash it out.
After a good while, we decided it was time for a change of scenery. So it was off to the woods.
I laid myself down on the floor of his garret and stared up and around at the great blue beautifulness. I had forgotten him almost, when at last he said, "Ain't you done yet?"
"Done what?" I asked.
"Done saying your prayers," says he.
"I wasn't saying my prayers," I answered.
"Oh yes, you were," said he, "though you didn't know it . . . "
-At The Back of North Wind, by George MacDonald