These days . . .
. . . are filled with contentment in the morning while I watch the children deeply engaged in creation of stories, art, and games.
. . . go by so quickly that I often come to Friday and wonder where the week went.
. . . leave me floundering with what I’ll feed everyone. Thank goodness for bagels and watermelon some days.
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. . . keep me dreaming up ideas for The Junkyard and gardens.
These days are quite nice.