T with his June-bug buttons. Oh, the endless anxiety these hideous hissing clumsy flying furry bellied creatures have caused Emily and I over the summers here on the Island. We seem to have a surplus in our neighbourhood. But all the hours of quiet we've had this summer while Tommy engages himself in endless games and affectionate conversations with them has nearly redeemed their existence. I just caught him making tiny pictures on tiny cut-out papers and putting them in a pot where his June-bug must wait for his return from an outing.

Tommy had to think fast one day when we called him for supper and he couldn't find a pot to store his buddy under while he ate.

The Sigh-mon

My sweet morning moppy heads and our sweet new pup Twiggy.