May 28

The honeysuckle had finally bloomed in the backyard.
Collette and Puck spent a part of their morning weeding in the front yard and walking around the neighborhood. At three points in their trip, they walked past an older gentleman also on his morning constitutional.
“I walk around here a lot,” he said. “Seventy years old, and I still walk.”
Puck was still teething hard, but was able to be distracted with any prospects of food and with the opportunity to sweep the house with his baby-sized broom.
It had been another quiet day.