Peace and quiet

It’s been a quiet week here in Lake Woebegone, as the saying goes. And that’s just fine with me.

Life gives us moments of grace, and this week has been one of them. Both kids were home this past weekend. We worked in the garden. Ate thrown-together meals at erratic times. The Princess gave me a tour of her vegetable garden; Dearest Son and I ate ice cream and watched Sherlock. We all went to the movies and were the only folks in the theater. We shared popcorn.

The weather was wonderful—it rained like crazy the other day, making my office seem like the coziest place on earth. Then a cold front came through, and I had to put on a sweater to sit on the porch. We’ve all been reading a lot. I finished writing a book and started another.

The owl family in our woods has been noisy; the youngest makes a funny whistling screech. Late summer bugs go silent around 2 a.m., and somewhere around that time, I have to pull up the quilt, because it gets chilly. Today, I’m taking the kids back-to-school shopping. Next summer when I do this, I’ll be getting ready to send my lovely daughter off to college, so today is bittersweet.

But mostly sweet. Very, very sweet.

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