I've just tucked my daughter into bed; and tomorrow, when she wakes, it will be a school morning. Six bags -- full of all sorts of shoes, hockey sticks, towels, school supplies and boarding kit -- sit by the door. I wonder if she will sleep tonight? I always felt (and still do feel) such a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the new school year.
I keep thinking, today, how endings and beginnings are somehow inextricable. I feel a bit sad about the end of the summer, but at the same time I'm eager to crack on with fall. I woke up feeling so deep-down weary, but as the day developed so did my energies.
We have spent much of the summer travelling, and now I feel ready to hunker down. I'm feeling all "nesty," as Julochka described it during an email brainstorming session. For the first time in ages, I feel like cooking . . . and applying myself to other slow-simmering projects.
In the late golden light of the afternoon, we picked blackberries -- which became blackberry crumble, so juicy and buttery. Yes, summer was sweet, but I think that I'm ready to move on.