I've been trying to cherish the quiet moments of summer. I overheard the best conversation at the co-op between two people running into each other the other day. One women asked the other women how her summer has been going and what they've been up to and the other women replied, "It's been really good! We've done a lot of resting!" I'm not sure if the first women legitimately didn't hear her or was so taken aback by this uncommon response but her response was "what?"
But it's made me think. Yes to summer resting! That's what summer should be. It's my new summer slogan.
Today after I nursed Iyla we walked outside to pick our morning berries. Iyla ate berries from my bowl as I picked them, just like the book Blueberries for Sal. When we came in Nora woke up and came downstairs and almost immediately started listening to her audio book The Secret Garden. And even though I was jumping in in the middle, I'd read it enough times as a kid to fall right under it's spell. It made for such a nice morning. Grace and Jackson slept until 10:00 on account of Grace going to summer Tuesdays last night and Jackson going to the Twins game and neither getting to bed until midnight. So after another lazy (RESTFUL) hour I eventually started forcing them to get ready for the day. BUT it was a good morning and I felt present in it.
These pictures are from after the storm a few nights ago. They were such a fun surprise to see how they turned out when I pulled them up from my camera. My two garden helpers, always reminding me of the important things when it comes to gardening, like magic and singing while weeding and kissing your plants.
