The story on this pic: I'd gotten the kids down for their naps, after couple false starts apparently, and came back downstairs to this glorious scene. Letters and numbers, puzzles and crayons and mini excavators and play-doh and memory verses and apples and milk-carton caterpillars. Temporarily usurped during these oh-so-precious quiet minutes by big books and the book as I seize my one chance to prepare for my turn to lead the Bible study in the dark hours of the next morning. I had to smile at this harmonious disarray, how these parts all go together. Not a thing out of place. Richness pressing into richness.
Sweetness
It was a boat sailing to India. Then it was a bubble bath.
On a walk, charging the yard of the first really red tree of the neighborhood.
The Fort
Blue eyes in green grass
Kind of a last hurrah for the summer. The kids followed me out back and in a moment were rolling around in the grass like so.
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