Today, the march toward winter took a pause. I know we really did not go beyond 50F (10C), but with a steady outpouring of sunshine, it felt far warmer. So much so, that when Snowdrop came to the farmette, she spent a good many minutes like this:
And with the cheepers, like this:
Earlier, Ed and I eat breakfast in a bath of sunshine.
On a day like this, you can only feel grateful. (If you're an Ed, you could feel grateful for all that's not wrong with the world... Too, you can feel grateful that you have a buddy who will help you arrange little characters on the Duplo tractor...
... and who will reward you with a big grin when a piece of puzzle falls into place.)
Before I even bring Snowdrop to the farmhouse from school, I ask her if she wants to take a walk to the playground. It's a bit of a stroll and I do know she is tired after a morning of play, but she is enthusiastic...
... and I am feeling strong -- strong enough to carry her when inevitably, she'll stretch her arms and say -- I need help.
We pause at the coffee shop for old times sake (and to fortify her with a piece of croissant). Oh, but her eyes stray...
What's she looking at? Well this:
The whole time.
We walk to the playground then and she is her old jubilant self on the swing...
... and she climbs up the play structure, and the life guard chair, all that. But really, what she most loves about the playground is the sand, the rocks, perhaps the view onto the lesser lake.
At home, she naps, I enjoy the play of sunshine on my coffee cup...
Of course, all that sunshine recedes rather early. But how pretty it looks, even as the day seems to rush toward dusk (and the twinkling lights twinkle to high heaven out on the porch)...
Outside, it's dark. Inside, we bake cookies.
And then some of us dance in celebration of the fact that the cookies are ready!
A silly dance perhaps. But isn't it grand to have elements of silliness in one's day?
It's time to take Snowdrop home. On my way to the car with her, we sidetrack and watch ahah put the chickens away. They're a bit wild tonight and Snowdrop is taken aback by their fierce flapping and squawking. It's just the way they are, Snowdrop --- I tell her. It's just the way they are.
And with the cheepers, like this:
Earlier, Ed and I eat breakfast in a bath of sunshine.
On a day like this, you can only feel grateful. (If you're an Ed, you could feel grateful for all that's not wrong with the world... Too, you can feel grateful that you have a buddy who will help you arrange little characters on the Duplo tractor...
... and who will reward you with a big grin when a piece of puzzle falls into place.)
Before I even bring Snowdrop to the farmhouse from school, I ask her if she wants to take a walk to the playground. It's a bit of a stroll and I do know she is tired after a morning of play, but she is enthusiastic...
... and I am feeling strong -- strong enough to carry her when inevitably, she'll stretch her arms and say -- I need help.
We pause at the coffee shop for old times sake (and to fortify her with a piece of croissant). Oh, but her eyes stray...
What's she looking at? Well this:
The whole time.
We walk to the playground then and she is her old jubilant self on the swing...
... and she climbs up the play structure, and the life guard chair, all that. But really, what she most loves about the playground is the sand, the rocks, perhaps the view onto the lesser lake.
At home, she naps, I enjoy the play of sunshine on my coffee cup...
Of course, all that sunshine recedes rather early. But how pretty it looks, even as the day seems to rush toward dusk (and the twinkling lights twinkle to high heaven out on the porch)...
Outside, it's dark. Inside, we bake cookies.
And then some of us dance in celebration of the fact that the cookies are ready!
A silly dance perhaps. But isn't it grand to have elements of silliness in one's day?
It's time to take Snowdrop home. On my way to the car with her, we sidetrack and watch ahah put the chickens away. They're a bit wild tonight and Snowdrop is taken aback by their fierce flapping and squawking. It's just the way they are, Snowdrop --- I tell her. It's just the way they are.
Great picture of Christmas lights over evening sky!
ReplyDeleteAnd fun to see Snowdrop in charge... of cheepers, of kitchen counter, of Duplo buildng, of ahah dancing...
How lucky S. is to have these FUN, active, learning afternoons with you. And of course, how wonderful for you too.
ReplyDeleteI still can't get over this tiny girl's wardrobe. Have I ever seen a repeat on Ocean? I hope she has a sister someday, or a little girl cousin!