A little warmer, a little sunnier, a little closer to the seasonal weather we come to expect in August.
The garden still requires work each morning, but not as much work. Fewer lilies, fewer flowers to stake.
Breakfast on the porch!
And the kids are willing to spend a few more minutes outside.
Still, the lure of the farmhouse is so strong!
We spend a lot of time in the art room. Yeah!
Why is it that this appeals to me so much? Because pictures always come with stories? So that the sensual experience is that much more potent? Because a child's picture is so earnest? After reading with them, painting and drawing are, hands down, my most favorite activities. So, forgetting about the one or two crumbled and discarded pics by Snowdrop ("I just don't like the way that wing looks!"), I'd consider this a morning well spent.
In the afternoon, we're all at my daughter's house. Ed is helping my son-in-law with a house repair project. Me, I sit back and enjoy the breeze coming in from the outside. And I think about how it really is very nice to be just sitting at a table where my daughter is trying to get some work done, while her son naps and her little girl is Zooming with her other grandmother, and doing nothing more grand than enjoying the breeze on my face.
Evening. Bright colors, a fading sun, crisp air. August sometimes gets a bum rap from me as being a month of fading gardens. This year, it feels so much richer than that. Every minute outside makes you grateful to be in this quiet small corner of this complicated world. Deep breath, let it out. Smile.
The garden still requires work each morning, but not as much work. Fewer lilies, fewer flowers to stake.
Breakfast on the porch!
And the kids are willing to spend a few more minutes outside.
Still, the lure of the farmhouse is so strong!
We spend a lot of time in the art room. Yeah!
Why is it that this appeals to me so much? Because pictures always come with stories? So that the sensual experience is that much more potent? Because a child's picture is so earnest? After reading with them, painting and drawing are, hands down, my most favorite activities. So, forgetting about the one or two crumbled and discarded pics by Snowdrop ("I just don't like the way that wing looks!"), I'd consider this a morning well spent.
In the afternoon, we're all at my daughter's house. Ed is helping my son-in-law with a house repair project. Me, I sit back and enjoy the breeze coming in from the outside. And I think about how it really is very nice to be just sitting at a table where my daughter is trying to get some work done, while her son naps and her little girl is Zooming with her other grandmother, and doing nothing more grand than enjoying the breeze on my face.
Evening. Bright colors, a fading sun, crisp air. August sometimes gets a bum rap from me as being a month of fading gardens. This year, it feels so much richer than that. Every minute outside makes you grateful to be in this quiet small corner of this complicated world. Deep breath, let it out. Smile.
