Monday, August 30, 2010

A Day Well Spent


The day dawned pink over the wisteria. A day for outside.
Because we haven't had much this summer, we went in search of water.

Hmm. . . . . how about this?


Yes?


Yes?


Yes.































After plenty of splashing, dipping, exploring, and playing, the kids settled down to play in the sand.










And contemplate.







Over and over, Rohan would get a handful of sand and let the water slowly wash it out.



After a good while, we decided it was time for a change of scenery. So it was off to the woods.






















I laid myself down on the floor of his garret and stared up and around at the great blue beautifulness. I had forgotten him almost, when at last he said, "Ain't you done yet?"
"Done what?" I asked.
"Done saying your prayers," says he.
"I wasn't saying my prayers," I answered.
"Oh yes, you were," said he, "though you didn't know it . . . "
-
At The Back of North Wind, by George MacDonald