He has the same whitish blond, wispy, thin, straight, fly-away hair and petite facial features and big eyes that his mother had at his age. This morning, he is all mine, as she once was. He must be handled with care––his ankle injury is not highly visible to the naked eye. Yes, some swelling is there. But he cannot let it hold his weight yet. So, he crawls with great strength and energy when he needs to, but prefers to be carried. This injury has slowed him down. He is patient. He will wait for me, for my hands and arms to be emptied, so he can ride on the grandmama train. So, we go out into the fresh summer morning into all the greenness and I push him in the stroller up the driveway. We are going on an adventure. I see this means to him that we are going to go on the street, which is a highway. But Charlie is with us, this won’t be safe. So, I see that we must take Charlie home and then return up the long driveway and go down the highway as this is his wish. And I get the idea that we will make a circle by cutting through the meadow that will lead us off the highway to the river where we can cross the river over the trestle bridge and be home. The trucks and cars are noisy, whizz past us. It’s a tense feeling; I prefer the woods. We stop for a close look at a tragedy: a painted turtle, shell crushed by a car tire’s impact. Then, off the road, through the wetlands, a deer! A young deer is prancing ahead of us on the meadow road. This is exciting! And then the model airplanes being flown by grown men in the meadow soar above our heads. Across the trestle bridge, past the brook, it’s a sweet adventure. And we’re ready, now, for Farm Pond, for our swim. He sits in the shallow water, and swims on my back, and time passes and passes in the sunshine and pleasure of watching and playing with other children. He doesn’t want to leave. Of course he doesn’t. A new friend, when I set the timer to go off in five minutes, tells him that when the alarm goes off he can run away! Finally, I am able to lift him out of the water and go home to his mother. To play all day with someone who knows how to play with such ease and joy is a treat indeed. All three kids and some extras here for dinner, and Frank home and the doors open, and I’ve watered the garden because it has threatened to rain and I think it’s an empty threat.