Drying my hair.
Breakfast = broiled grapefruits w/brown sugar; croissants, soft boiled eggs; lattes.
Letting the geese out.
On the walk...
Inevitably the geese join us. Bean always bikes--in his bright yellow helmet with thunderbolts.
The frost has turned to dew.
Back inside, doing laundry I notice my mismatched polka dots.
Bean draws in the kitchen while us grownups whirl about the house tidying. Then we take a trip to town: lumber at Home Depot; lunch; a stop for bread; and a stop for some new sheets.
In the blink of an eye the light is already slanting towards twilight.
Bean twirls while I sit in the leaves soaking up the last rays of golden sun.
How I love weekends.
Am thinking of doing this all week. Inspired by Ali. All too often the fragments that make the mosaics of my days go unrecorded...