It may not look it, but it is 8:30pm in these photos.
This little boy, is not a baby any more.
Both knees scuffed.
Plum coloured bruises on his peaches and cream shins.
The hatchlings played for hours, after a hard days work out in the garden.
These beautiful summer evenings that last and last.
Memories, which I hope will store up to help when life gives them a dark evening.
Eventually, it was time to head home, for baths, hot chocolate and cookies.
And we are thankful, for this gentle summer.