If you detect a sigh and a shrug there in the title of this post --- yeah, like it or not, it's summer -- well yes, a small part of me has had it with the heat. A week ago I turned on the furnace. Now I'm wondering if I'll be tempted to switch back to air conditioning. I noticed today as I picked up Snowdrop at school that they were running cool air in her classroom. We live in confusing meteorological times.
But not at breakfast: it's clear as anything that this meal is going to be in the pleasant warmth of the outdoors. On the porch.
Pristine blue skies! (Fields to the east of us...)
I pick up Snowdrop and we go to the playground. That's routine. Other kids come and go and Snowdrop always watches carefully before determining if she is comfortable with staying in their midst, or if the tumult is such that leaving is a better option.
A larger group of older kids storms the playground. We leave.
Snowdrop, will you go with me to the farmers market? I need a bagful of tomatoes (in addition to the two bagfuls we picked out a week ago).
Can I carry the bag?
Up she goes onto the high step of the truck. I tell her to weed out the damaged tomatoes. She is amazingly good at this. She is indeed my bestest helper.
And now we're back at the farmhouse.
Our play is also routine. I have a list of things I want to introduce her to, but we never get to it. She is in charge. She knows what brings joy. She is rarely misfires.
It is true though, that we're all still adjusting to the new school year. After days of not sleeping during school nap time, Snowdrop crashed today and slept through 40% of her school day. Me, I'm still trying to figure out when to write a post, given that my charge no longer sleeps here and so I have no down time in my hours with her.
It's all a pleasant muddle.
And that's not such a bad thing. Life is a pleasant muddle. I can live with that.
But not at breakfast: it's clear as anything that this meal is going to be in the pleasant warmth of the outdoors. On the porch.
Pristine blue skies! (Fields to the east of us...)
I pick up Snowdrop and we go to the playground. That's routine. Other kids come and go and Snowdrop always watches carefully before determining if she is comfortable with staying in their midst, or if the tumult is such that leaving is a better option.
A larger group of older kids storms the playground. We leave.
Snowdrop, will you go with me to the farmers market? I need a bagful of tomatoes (in addition to the two bagfuls we picked out a week ago).
Can I carry the bag?
Up she goes onto the high step of the truck. I tell her to weed out the damaged tomatoes. She is amazingly good at this. She is indeed my bestest helper.
And now we're back at the farmhouse.
Our play is also routine. I have a list of things I want to introduce her to, but we never get to it. She is in charge. She knows what brings joy. She is rarely misfires.
It is true though, that we're all still adjusting to the new school year. After days of not sleeping during school nap time, Snowdrop crashed today and slept through 40% of her school day. Me, I'm still trying to figure out when to write a post, given that my charge no longer sleeps here and so I have no down time in my hours with her.
It's all a pleasant muddle.
And that's not such a bad thing. Life is a pleasant muddle. I can live with that.
