It seems much too unfair to recall our bright spring days now that we're slogging through the height of summer, with this heavy Carolina air and these wiltingly hot afternoons. These days just beg for cool swims and tall glasses of iced tea in the shade and gallons of bug spray. Juni and Owen spend all day smelling like citronella candles and pool water, their hair drenched in sweat and their forearms covered in popsicle residue. But spring, ah, that was the time for lovely little wanderings, for making and planting and exploring. We hugged baby goats and picked berries, we tromped through the woods and roasted marshmallows by the fire and wondered if summer would ever arrive.