The children have been diligently building an extension on their treehouse. They have also added steps up the side of one tree in order to better spy out the land and avoid danger of encroaching pirates. The days are getting warmer, and the mosquitoes are certainly more daring and fiesty. But the trees still call the children. "Come. Play. Explore. Dream."
If only they would approach their books and daily duties with such energy and abandon. It probably won't happen, though. "Oh, Mommy, I think that I shall never see a Greek translation page as lovely as a tree." 
