Summer Hiroshima Moon
We’re back in high cotton here in Andover. The chiller’s putting out cool air and the outside temps have veered back into roughly normal. Makes working inside and out better.
Brother Mark comes to town next week for a week or so. He has a new job in Riyadh, but he gets a return home visit and flight back as part of his package. He’ll be with us, then move on to see a friend in Boston.
Tomorrow will be a Latin day since I have a session with Greg on Friday. We move through the verses faster now, not as colleagues for the most part, though that happens from time to time, but definitely as more than student and teacher. It’s been an interesting transition.
AMANDA HOUSE PHOTOGRAPHY!
We were walkin’ in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin’ in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin’ home was the hardest thing we ever faced
-Alabama
