The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
(September, by John Updike)
Saturday morning breakfasts are a tradition in our home, one of the many ways we love to start our weekend. I love making creative pancakes and scrambled egg combinations, and today was my first Saturday back in the kitchen in a month and a half. We all chipped in to get food (and coffee!) ready and on the table while sweet Bear followed us around with the camera, capturing what was important to him.
Life.
And living.
Here are some of my favs:
“Seek the wisdom of the ages, but look at the world through the eyes of a child.”
(~R. Wild)
Yes, he seems so small. Yes, his practice jersey is huge on him. Yes, the thought of possible injury makes me quake a bit on the inside. Yes, it’s one more step in holding him loosely.
But, y’all, the sheer joy on his face when he bolts through the door after practice warms this Mama’s heart.
He is doing what he loves, and it is beautiful.
Football is like life, it requires perseverance, self-denial, hard work,
sacrifice, dedication and respect for authority. (~Vince Lombardi)
(Asher’s zinnias planted by friends and revived)
Now, I’ve got crayons rolling around in the floorboard of my car
Bicycles all over my driveway, bats and balls all over my yard
And there’s a plastic man from outer space sitting in my chair
The signs of life are everywhere
(~SCC)
They called over and over again, “Bye, Mom! Bye! I love you! I love you, Mom!” as Bri pulled out of the driveway this morning. He and I exchanged knowing smiles, and I called and signed “I love you” back to them as they drove away.