" ... she experienced each year this lifting of the spirits
as August slipped away, off the calendar,
and one could stop pretending that it was summer."
: Rosamunde Pilcher :
August days.
golden sunlight.
crisp evenings walking the trails.
admiring the breathtaking sunsets,
the play of light and shadows on the hills.
settling in nicely to this new place we call home.
school begins.
she's in seventh, he's a sophomore.
happy to see their sweet faces each day at pick up.
savoring the silence of the afternoons,
a fine balance between heart filling/soul sustaining projects
and the daily obligations of mothering and home-tending.
reminding myself that I have time enough to do what needs to be done.
always.