vacation time

It's interesting: now that Harvey is a year old, he is for the first time repeating seasonal milestones. I suppose, then, that I've watched him on summer days before, but I can't actually recall doing so. Certainly, he's very different now than he was last summer. Today we played in the garden and walked with the doggy and biked to various places around town—only one of which he could have managed anytime last summer. What I did not do was clean the house in any meaningful fashion, do any laundry, or plant the poor rose bush that's slowly dying on the back steps. Good thing it's going to be a long break!