vacation, that is.
it dawned late and dark, it seemed. snuggled under the quilts with Beloved, i noticed it didn't get light until nearly six o'clock. this morning the light is gold, the mist is steaming off the ponds. i hear the geese calling overhead and the crows screaming in the trees. the heat of my coffee mug feels especially welcome today.
tomorrow my youngest daughter begins her first day of tenth grade. tomorrow baby jake comes to stay.
this morning the world seems still as a swimmer poised before the plunge.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.
2 comments:
Good morning Annie. Oh, I so appreciate your thoughts this morning! My youngest starts 11th grade Thursday, I start back to work in the middle school, and summer is waning. Autumn is my favorite, so I hold no tears for losing summer weather, only the summery pace.
And I too, held that coffee mug a little closer....but it felt good! :)
I wanted you to know that when you wrote about your grandmother's ashes sparkling as they flew, I could see it. I wish you peace in her passing.
thank you so much for your kind thoughts! there is always a certain magic on these in-between kinds of days, i think....i hope this coming school year is a happy one for you and your youngest! :)
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