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