It was in the mid-70s. Despite tummy troubles, we had to get out into the blue and beautiful.

Ryley swings:

Joel:

Sam and Tommy consider a path:

Sam realizes the futility of Tic-tac-toe:

Without a convertible in our garage, this is the best we can do. Guess which side of the car had windows-down:

Tommy “fishes” in the lake by our house. He also saw “wolf prints” and “clams” too!:

“Danger! Thin Ice” I concur:

A bench:

We live on the other side of this lake, six houses up a street:

My husband and Joel, heading home: