Fabulous Things About England #25--Small Children and Rugby

We've been misty with no rain. The temperatures have soared into the teens (50s) for the last few days, but it has been virtually impossible to tell the day from the dusk. Like most winter Sundays, yesterday was punctuated with the yells, whistles, and laughs of small children playing rugby. Some Sundays, they are so young that I can only make out specks tumbling over one another. In these things too, I find myself grateful and lucky.