August begins

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

by the entrance of The Spanish Village
 August is our first real month of summer in my house.  My two youngest are finally on break from their year round school schedule (though Chloe has been laying about for weeks as she follows her traditional school calender).  Last weekend I had Naomi pack for her big sleep away camp adventure.  I read somewhere online that at her age I should make her do it herself. I checked over her packing and then spent the last two days panicking.  "Did she remember the bug spray?" "Did she remember an extra sweater?"  "Did she leave with a pillow?"..... I guess we'll see how THAT went later today when she comes off the bus.  Phoebe in the meantime is attending a special art program run by professional artists in the Spanish Village .  In fact I wrote an article for the Examiner about it a while ago.

I've also joined Pinterest recently which seems to be a great site and major time burglar.... just what I need! Feel free to check out my page though.



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