End of summer.
I'm not going to moan about the weather because if you're in England... you know exactly what I'm talking about and if you're not... you probably won't care, so let's skip the subject.
Busy. We've been busy in a non-definable way. E. our Spanish friend is with us for a couple of weeks so we've been trying to entertain him, a little walk here, a day skateboarding down a mountain, an afternoon climbing up a wall (and I'm not talking me doing that metaphorically), a rugby match, a day in London.
(No 1 holds the world land speed record for that exhibition... I think it took him 45 seconds from entrance to exit. Mr M and I absolutely loved it, I'm so glad we went. Monsieur Matisse was a genius)
And then there's the endless washing/drying cycle, the eating (do you have any idea of the amount of food that four boys can ingest? not for the fain hearted), the school uniform, the sewing of a thousand labels.
Right now I'm sitting at the kitchen table with an almost empty cup of coffee and the list of the day; it's not pretty, not everything will get done but you know... I'm ok with that. The boys are still asleep, the dog is grumbling at a squirrel on the lawn. I think it's ok to try to keep it slow for at least another week, before the early starts, before the homework, before the driving here and there, the rugby/hockey/tennis/football training saps us all.
I have a half-finished quilt on the wall, a pair of socks 1 1/2" short of being finished and a broken dishwasher; ok this last one is not such a great event, but a part of from it... life is good.
I have sunflowers in a vase.