Our Thursday afternoon drive takes us down country roads, familiar paths we've traveled many times. Those roads lead to ranches, their entries marked by cattle guards. They pass by expanses of crop fields, wide open spaces as far as your eye can see. Excepting today. A dense fog managed to hide the familiar scenery and it gave the feeling that you just might drive off the edge of the earth at any moment. Cold, wet, and reminiscent of a Dickens' novel - nether sky of fog, with fog all around - I kept fighting the urge to rub my eyes and wipe away the haze. Even today's dim photos tell the story of the fog, one that's been lingering around here these last two days.
Another dank day, it called for Earl Grey and maple tea cakes for that long drive down the country roads and it seemed like a good idea to tuck away a stack of quilts for the three hour wait during piano lessons. Indeed. The littles built quilt-topped tents between the bench seats of the van. I cozied up in the driver's seat with my tea and knit (and finished the first sleeve on my cardigan!) while they told me stories, the silliest ones they could dream up.
Those hours of waiting - doing absolutely nothing but being together - it's a time I look forward to each week. No laundry or dishes or interruptions to distract me. Nothing needing my attention but them.