Blue Skies on a Monday

It is Monday. I am sitting in the shade of my front porch, on a quilt an aunt made for us when we were first married. My little guy is quiet upstairs in his room now- maybe asleep? His naps are eratic these days, so when those little eyes close, I feel as if I have inherited a family fortune.

The big kids are at school, probably starting some real brain exercises, since it's the second week and introductions are largely over.  Soon there will be snacks and homework, but for now, I'm taking a break. It's what I missed all summer. 

The weather has surprised us with a taste of fall this morning, with leaves shivering and branches shaking. It's by no means cold. It's only the wind. After the extreme heat and humidity of last week, the sun isn't shouting at the earth today- just saying, "Hello." I am so thankful. I cannot get enough of these minutes. These blue skies. The absence of heavy air and clammy skin.

The house is clean, for now. 

I have fed and played with my youngest.

Sidewalk chalk. Scooters. Playground.

So now we rest.

In one hour, I will again mount my pink bicycle and its tagalong trailer to meet my oldest two under the tree at the side of the school. We'll sweat off some attitudes and worries from the day on the fifteen minute return home. We will be too fast for the mosquitoes, I hope.

It's Monday, and I adore it.