"In 1824, John Constable took his beloved and Tubercular wife, Maria, to Brighton beach. 

They hoped the sea air would cure her. 

On June 12 he sketched, in oils, squally clouds over Brighton beach. 

The gray clouds lowered over the water in failing light. 

They swirled from a central black snarl.

In 1828, as Maria Constable lay dying in Putney, John Constabel went to Brighton to gather some of their children.

On may 22 he recorded one oblique bluish cloud riding high and messy over a wan sun. 

Two thin red clouds streaked below. 

Below the clouds he painted disconnected people splashed and dotted over and open, wide coast.

Maria Constabel died in November.  We still have these dated clouds."   __Annie Dillard

The kids just came home from being with the Grandparents.  They came running into the kitchen full of stories and show and tell, there was a whole lot of "Mommy mommy, guess what?!"  and  "Mommy look at this!" floating around the kitchen.

I do not know how it is possible, but we are twice as busy as we were last summer, and enjoying every single moment.  Steve has been saying "Embrace the crazy".