SUMMER NEARS!  I made up the following song, last evening in bed, sung to the tune of “Blue Skies.”  Photos follow.  Note the sky.

Kingswood, smiling at me

Nothing but Kingswood, do I see

Kingswood, singing a song

Nothing but Kingswood, all day long

Never saw the sun, shining so bright

Never saw things, going so right

Never saw the days, hurrying by

When you’re at camp, my how they fly.

Blue days, all of them gone

Nothing but Kingswood, from now on.