weekending

deadlines were met

the house smells of oranges

(and tangerine, bergamot and lemongrass)

and the ice is drip, drip

dripping.

sigh.

this

(I so love these crayons)

 this

and this

are my hymns.

there has been catching up with friends

 

 and learning a new game.

 ('tis all new for Maddie, this reading and spelling gig.)

and there have been surprise endings.

Pente

there has been making,

baking

(Trevelyn made his first batch of buttermilk biscuits)

reading,

(these are these)

 

and investigating.

-we took apart a Christmas light to play with it-

 

(yes, always....)

 

our hand-crank generator!  how many things can we run with it?

it's a goodly sort of life we're putting together.

and all is well.