A Perfect Summer Day

Yesterday was a perfect day. 

 An especially perfect way to wrap up a busy, hot and humid summer. 

10 hours "pond-side" with a dozen children. 

Time and space for each one.

Shooting targets with handmade 

bows and arrows.

Swinging in the hammock,

(with an occasional 

bit of too much enthusiasm).

 Racing up and down the trails deep in far away imagination.

 Working on skits to perform later, after rest.

Competing with our crazy pup to catch frogs along the mucky shore.

It was also a day of a heavy awareness that we are at the end of
something sweet and deeply restoring. 

My scheduling book, set on a blanket, hauntingly nearby, 

just in case I found some uninterrupted quiet time, to pen a few more "to do's" 

...to be ready for what's next.

   

Not that I'm not looking forward to the beginning of school, I am!  

Beginnings make my heart beat.

 Every new endeavour, new page, new song, new schedule, fills me 

with hopeful anticipation. 

 But oh!  

To leave the glory of a day like this....