Hot Day:

Cold Day:

A wayside stall:

Struggling through a mire:

Mire coated feet and wheels:

The boys:

The girls:

Giant stile:

Lunch at Mown Meadows:

Egg hunt:

Who strive – you don’t know how the others strive
To paint a little thing like that you smeared
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat,-
Yet do much less, so much less, Someone says,
(I know his name, no matter) – so much less!
Well, less is more, Lucrezia.

In. Your. Face