Summer’s end means… school begins, and the cycle repeats itself once more, except this year, with a twist. ::smiles::
This year… ‘Phee has transferred to the same school as her sister, and graduated to full days. I am almost beside myself ::laughs:: What to do with all that free time on my hands?
Spring cleaning, two seasons too late! Not so much the purging of the seasons, but some grossly overdue sorting ofÂ art supplies which have overgrown the house. Last week brought with it more storage boxes, and yesterday saw them implemented with steady plodding. I am hoping these bins work, and I can stop tossing stuff back into the cardboard boxes they came in for lack of a better solution.
Seeing my things in order makes me happy, and relieves a lot of unnecessary anxiety at the same time…Â If there is an organizational system, great!Â Four wallsÂ on the other hand, should not be considered a container. ::sweat drop::
Anyway, it’sÂ improving.
Here are the girls on their first day of school, Friday:
They are getting so big! People quite often assume and ask if they are twins at first glance; it doesn’t help that they are so close in age as well as height.
Phee’s command of French is not as solid as her sister’s grasp at the same age in part, perhaps, because I wasn’t able to focus on it the same way. Still, there are words lodged in her vocabulary such asÂ cou, andÂ oiseau that she’s yet to notice are not English.Â ::smiles::
She also knows her numbers, and re-learning the French pronunciation of the alphabet should come easy. We had a good laugh when my husband asked her what she’d learnedÂ in school, and afterÂ thoughtful reflection of theÂ last 6 hours, her answer was “Allo!”
Dragonet was a little nervous returning to school, but she had a lovely day making new friends, and all was well.
Now that it is fall, and my energy is returning, I took a look in the garden to espy any ripening berries. Much to my shock, I did not realize how much the unchecked weeds had decimated much of the garden. The purple and black raspberries were tenacious, but the red and golden ones took a beating. My poor garden; I will repair it to its former glory.Â Hopefully our indian summer sticks around for another two weeks to get the job done in comfort; time will tell.Â IÂ would dearly like to plant garlic for nextÂ year and with our short summers, they have toÂ overwinter to survive.Â That said, while I was out, I espied this peculiar collection of spent flowers on my grape-vine…
I have no idea how I had flowers blossom, and not turn into grapes! I’ve never seen that before, and an internet search turned up no answers, so mystery it shall remain.
::laughs:: Seeing as this has taken me all weekend to prepare, I suppose that’s a sign I should leave things as they are, and bid you a lovely day ;) Got some prose bubbling on the back burner… fingers crossed the right inspiration strikes and I’ll share in the next few days.