“Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.” ~John Ruskin

Two of the happiest little babysitters this side of the Mississippi.

After a quick trip to Market Basket today we sat for a while in the parking lot watching an approaching storm. As we waited for the rain, seen in a mass over the CVS building, I was surprised by the blue sky still reflecting in the car’s mirror. Interesting weather day, for sure!

Newest Scrabble opponent. She held her own.

While I never wish for my kids to have disagreements, misunderstandings or hurt feelings among their friends, it is ever so sweet to watch them speak their minds, apologize and make up. They do it on their own time and in fits and starts, but it happens nonetheless. I am especially glad to have friends who are gentle with all the kids and who give them time to work things out.

We left this island on a rainy Monday afternoon, rode the crowded ferry and then filed onto the shuttle bus back to our car. I had my hand on the pole, but was looking right talking with Esme. I felt Catherine’s head on my arm, but didn’t turn back right away. By the time I did give her my attention, her head was heavy and she was sound asleep. Sweet thing!

Luckily for my arm, the bus ride didn’t last too much longer.

Nowhere in this book did it mention hammocks, but that just seemed like a really hyggelid place to read it.

A quiet day for turning eleven. Libraries, friends, minecraft, a Kokeshi dinner and chocolate cake baked by the birthday girl herself.

Ever take a photo of your child and not recognize the face smiling back at you? Yeah.