
Yes, Emily (Dickinson, that is)--bees
are few. And so is sunshine. June was a total wash--literally, and July (despite a still semi-damp refrain from thundering downpours this morning) is looking like more of the same, so far. But
your poem--and making "Reverie" for
Abby's Make-Along--has helped to remind me of the power of the imagination.

This dreamy girl and I are both imagining the prairie--in full sunlight.

And Annabelle and I, meanwhile--with our eyes open (no using scissors and such with closed eyes, please) are doing a little city planning in the corner of the dining room. We taped off the city walls--

--and got right to work on the town swimming pool--

--which is where we will head (real-world-wise) as soon as nature gets on board.