More often than not, on these full and wonderfully long summer days, our children have been collapsing into their respective beds with no effort and even less fanfare. Tired, happy and dirty from their days spent running, biking, swinging, swimming - the work of a child's summer. We are soon to follow, my love and I - far earlier than we are accustomed to, but oh, it feels so good to give into the feeling of tired deep in our bones that comes from the work of our own summer days. Before we do though, there's a moment - a quiet simple little moment that we've happened upon for more than a few nights now. I'm coming to treasure this moment. Too tired to really dissect the day behind us or plan the one ahead, our words are few. Sitting on the front porch, all those little details and troubles of the day are blurred into a simple and perfect clarity by the last bit of pink in the sky, or the fiery stars above. Exhale. It was a good day, this one.
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Greetings! I'm Amanda Blake Soule - mother of five, author of four books on family creativity, editor & owner of Taproot Magazine. I live with my family in an old farmhouse in Western Maine where we raise animals, grow vegetables and make lots of things. I write about it all here on the blog. Thank you for visiting!
