When the mornings are brisk and crisp leaves begin falling, a thrill runs through me.
Fall is here.
Mornings snuggled up in blankets, sipping something warm before gathering my sleepy children together, and in the calm darkness of the morning, we begin our studies with prayer. The world outside our window is hesitant, almost holding its breath, then the sun warms and beckons and smiles down on our home.
Today we are studying kings and queens of the medieval times and writing paragraphs and doing math and making our sliding glass door into a stained glass window. We hope the tape sticks for a while, cellophane crinkling as we smooth a rainbow into a cheery hello for outdoor brown and yellow. At least we will, today.
In the afternoon, full of sandwiches and history, we'll go to the library and drop off knowledge, then fill our bag with more--so much more. Stacks of paper and bindings make me feel like a worker at the train station, flipping a switch and diverting carloads onto our tracks to be unloaded and examined and absorbed.
Then home and cookies and cleaning and reading and dinner and Zumba and projects and bed.
I'm loving today already.