Sylvia made us p.b. and j.
a day for cutting and taping and sticker-ing (for hours)...
the aftermatha day for playing in the "sandbox" nekkid, it was that warm...
I did eventually coax Ayla into putting some clothes on
so simple, we later added blue ribbons to tie onto each shoulder
There was also the watching of Pinky Dinky Doo and Mythbusters, and the reading aloud of a large stack of library books, including Arthur books and Jane on a Crane. There was tree climbing, chicken chasing, laundry hanging, and a glorious solar-heated shower (we had a couple cloudy days in a row, so not so much hot water until today).
Some days have a grand adventure, or an obvious focal point. Some days just drift along in their own lazy way. Some days fall apart altogether or challenge us in uncomfortable ways. Today, I am thankful for an ordinary day. But not just an ordinary day. An ordinary day with flow, just the way I like it, right on into the evening.
ending with a twilit ballet performance up on the hill. *contented sigh*