Summer in Two Snapshots

It is August, and as I write the locusts buzz. It's a sound that's always made me feel sad around the edges as it hints, no announces in a really persistent, annoying way that frost is not far off. Six weeks, according to the locusts. But looking back through scads of photos from the summer and taking stock of what has transpired, I'm so very thankful for both the big moments and little moments that have taken place inside and outside our family. A highlight was watching our son slip a ri...