You might remember last year’s Harvest Celebration. I sure do.
This year things went much more smoothly.
My newly confident Emilie, bursting with Yr. 1 pride, sung beautifully with her class in front of a sea of eager parents wielding iPhones and Samsungs and Blackberries, oh my!
My harvest contribution. Green beans in a can. My kiddies wouldn’t eat them but there are some grateful kiddies out there who will. I constantly remind my children to be thankful for what we have, never take things forgranted, and to share with others.
My lovely Emilie wore a red flower that I had crocheted for her hair. Such a pleasure to see her smiling and confident! A complete metamorphisis from last year’s nail biting and nose picking 4yr old.
Very proud of my gorgeous girl, growing up so fast!
The morning school run rarely differs from day to day: speedwalk 15 mins down the hill near our house and slowly trudge back up the hill which is a 25 min foot-dragging debacle.
Yesterday, however, once I had safely seen Emilie (and poor Tarquin) off through the school gates, I decided to take a different route home. A shortcut.
An old footpath that meandered behind mansion houses and bordered on a meadow of docile horses.
As I began my walk down the muddy lane, the thought did cross my mind that I was the perfect target for a crazed early morning axe murderer hiding in the damp bushes. I started to look more closely at my surroundings out of mild paranoia and as I did I saw some lovely things…
The path eventually led me to graveled road called Love Lane. A fitting name for the sentiment I felt while strolling along and observing the beauty of nature.