There is a lane, actually a quarter-mile gravel track, into the main home at the Bailey's. It's great for an evening walk in the cooling air,
with the sounds of irrigating sprinklers, and nearly-ripe grain waving in the breeze.
At the end of the lane, by the country road,
there's a canal filled with water from the mountains.
The entire family enjoys dipping their feet, or floating on innertubes from an upstream bridge,
or just wading (it's just over knee-deep).
Of course, little A. had new stitches on his forehead (due to chasing a cousin around and running into a suddenly-opened car door) and couldn't swim, so squirt guns became the way to cool off.
And then again, there are the Idaho clouds.
All these will I miss!
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