Wednesday, June 1
This book by Kit Williams was carried out to the hammock to be pored over at leisure by one of the little boys. Dropped in the dirt at some point it was then left for several (rainy) days. Interesting that it was open to the painting of Spring, disintegrating in to the earth, as summer draws near, as this is exactly what happened to this book. I would be more upset about it (it is an out-of-print edition) if it weren't so poeticly apt. And, as some buddhists would say, "The glass is already broken." Especially in a house with three young boys.