I cannot tell you how happy I am
to see the sunshine this morning!
Dishwasher’s a hummin’, the dog’s a snoring’~
it’s going to be a nice day, I can tell already.
This picture is from a few days ago when it was raining. We had a squirrel come to
visit stuff his little cheeks full of sunflower seeds.
I never realized how brown their heads are. I though they were all over gray.
A delegation of mourning doves.
I took a few hours to admire our sleeping buddies yesterday. They were on this chair together for most of the day.
David arrived home from school.
“Dave, you’re wearing all black today”
“Yeah, but I wore my blue hoodie to school instead of this black one because I didn’t want them to send me to guidance thinking I was depressed.”
This boy thinks of everything.
And he made the middle school baseball team! We are all so proud of him and can’t wait to see him play.
Parker the Dog is flat on the couch snoring as I type–tired from the morning. He helps get the kids off to school, you know, by barking when the bus comes and stealing their breakfast bagels.
This morning’s gently clouded striped sky.
This morning I attempted to scrub a marker drawing off Seth’s arm, “It’s not coming off,” I muttered, “Put it under the water,” he tried. No such luck, but it is lighter at least. We stood in front of the mirror and I styled his hair with rosemary gel as he squirmed and groaned. He’s wearing his baseball shirt; ’tis the season. And this is truly his technique; he either misses entirely or it’s a good big hit. “Don’t over swing, Seth!” is the advice he gets from his coach repeatedly.
We finished The Children of Noisy Village, by Astrid Lindgren. It took us a very long time to get through it because we had misplaced it for about a month and forgot about it; such is life.
A very dear book, however.
On the last page.
“TEN IS MY STUDENT NUMBER!” she explained in a loud voice.
“OKAY, THAT’S FINE,” I answered in like manner.
Our next book? One Hundred and One Dalmatians
Hope is a geranium about to flower for the first time in a year.
I started a new book last night and LOVED this quote:
“Children don’t know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this is the night.” My Brilliant Friend, by Elena Ferrante, page 29
Handsome boys! I love the picture of the one on the porch!
I’ve missed reading about your sweet, and oh so blessed, life, Shanda! Your pictures always tell the story, too! We have gray squirrels here that are all gray, The two-toned one there in your photo is very pretty. There was one gray one that had a totally black tail which was very unusual to see around here … he must have moved on. We haven’t seen him in awhile. 😦
I really like that quote from Elena Ferrante, too! 🙂
Blessings to you, my friend!
Thank you as always, for taking the time to stop by Debi! xo