The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6 (NASB)
This first summer in New England continues to amaze and delight me. Warm, but not hot and humid days, cool nights, gardens that grow and blossom lushly. The doors and windows stand open and the children spend every possible moment in the backyard.
When we leave the house there are creeks to splash in and explore. We come home tired and wet and full of what has been seen and experienced.
We’re down to just a couple of subjects for each child and should be wrapping up school in the next week. Of course I’m already planning out next year, trying to do all of my printing and copying before we begin again in August. Too often I have great ideas for the year and then lose them when the time comes in the curriculum. I want to avoid that this year and also have plans for what the little boys will do when their lessons are done and the others are still working.
It’s a time to refresh, to rest, to slow our days and rejoice in new places….