What is so rare as a day in June? I know, I know, it’s September, but those two months are always bookends to my summer books.
This book end to summer brings memories of school days. As a child I stood at the end of the driveway with my older sister, waiting for the school bus. Each of us in a new dress—no pants back then! Fast forward to my days teaching kindergarten. The kindergarten bus took about as much planning and energy as did all that went on in the classroom and on the playground.
My book ends are still holding up my summer books, with, I note, more non-fiction this year. From my window I can watch the school bus stop and then drive on; but my thoughts don’t travel to school. I relax and get on with the day, the month, autumn. Today: visit my 102 year old friend, Ruth. This month: off to Florence. Autumn: church activities, family visits, and maybe I’ll get back to reading fiction.
This book end to summer brings memories of school days. As a child I stood at the end of the driveway with my older sister, waiting for the school bus. Each of us in a new dress—no pants back then! Fast forward to my days teaching kindergarten. The kindergarten bus took about as much planning and energy as did all that went on in the classroom and on the playground.
My book ends are still holding up my summer books, with, I note, more non-fiction this year. From my window I can watch the school bus stop and then drive on; but my thoughts don’t travel to school. I relax and get on with the day, the month, autumn. Today: visit my 102 year old friend, Ruth. This month: off to Florence. Autumn: church activities, family visits, and maybe I’ll get back to reading fiction.