We barbequed last night. Pork ribs. And ate fresh lettuce and golden cherry tomatoes from our garden. The kids played in the pool, sliding down the red and blue slide until most of the water had splashed out onto the ground. There had been bird poop on the swing, but Maxim had me scrape it off. We pulled the pile of toys out of the sandbox, barely visible to the left, so that the kids could play a little in the sand. This ended with Noah getting sand in his and his sister's eyes. I set up the beach chairs because sometimes Marcela and I sit and watch the children while they play and chat about our days. Yesterday I grilled and chatted with my Dad on the telephone. We lit the tiki torches, gifts from our best friends in Somerville. As dusk fell and the children had eaten, I poured out the swimming pool toward the brown patch near the grill, and turned over the slide so that the water would drain out of it. We need more food for the finch feeder hanging from the swingset. The lawn hasn't been mowed since July 31. We have allowed wildflowers to grow along the back fence. While we were away, a white morning glory shot up the stalk of one of the weed plants behind the maple twigs and trunk at the back and has begun to flower. It is a small yard, but quite enough for us right now.