It was Saturday. We went to the library.
My eye was caught by the reflections of the white lamps (which were behind me, on bookshelves) all lined up in the window at the east end of the building.
Japanese maple, assorted greens, and tulips, looking good against a pale gray house.
Bo and Clarissa have been hard at work, not that you could tell by looking at the current state of the "nest." They like string.
Their growing stick collection.
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