Is there any end to the joy that a pile of sand in a wooden frame affords?

These four stayed in the sandbox for four hours straight…and brought a few sandy souvenirs into the house at the end of the day.  I’m still sweeping up little piles, here and there…

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Before long, they’ll be too grown-up for such childishness…a day that I’m not looking forward to.   Meanwhile, they play.  I sweep.

It’s an arrangement I’m happy to live with…

Blessings,