Fun to remember that we once were all so very young. Dear little Katie had been bald as an egg, as were all of her siblings until they reached the age of about 18 months, but there is a little wisp of blonde hair growing on the top of her head. So she must be a year and a half, maybe a little more. The Chinese Elm has new leaves, so it must have been about May or even June. It never got reliably warm there until August. And then it started getting cold again. This photo was taken in the side yard where the kids played on their swing set and in the sand box. I was cutting my own hair in those days, too. When you live out of town, and the roads are icy, and there's no way to get to a beauty parlor, you learn how to cut your own!