Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
A walk in the woods
Ok, you say. Relaxing, that's all well and good. But what were the children doing? And here is some of your answer.