In the quiet of the afternoon
after the morning of playing and swinging and chores and errands
after the washing of hands and the sit-down lunch
after the rounds of may-I-be excused‘s
and the carrying of cups and plates from table to kitchen,
after the three-year-old says I’m ready to snoozy
and the two-year-old begs for “Night-Night Pooh”*
and tries to climb into his crib himself
after the baby is fed and put to bed
and the five-year-old hauls his basket of trains into the guest room for his quiet time
after the groceries are put away
after the coffee is re-heated
and the coffee cake is cut
and the only sound is the clock ticking
and the five-year-old sneezing
and the audio-book reading
I sit down to write.
starry, starry afternoon :: {personal}
I followed Remy outside, today, watching while he dashed around the backyard with the neighbor cat. We’re on vacation, staying with family at their home near the beach; the late afternoon not only brings a lovely shade to their yard, it creates a perfect sparkle of light through the scrubby Florida trees. Excellent atmosphere for some practice with the Lensbaby. [Read more…]