The Sunday after Dad’s birthday party Mom and Dad took turns pulling me around the front yard in my new wagon (thanks, Capista family!).
And while we were outside, Grandpa found a grasshopper!
He held it so close to me I could almost touch it.
After I went inside, Grandpa took this picture of it. Isn’t it beautiful?
“When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the grasshopper’s—he takes the lead In summer luxury—he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.” —John Keats