Was and Is

"His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window." - Henry James

There was the miniature train ride; and the highly coveted toy cobra.  There was the trip to the caverns with the super psychedelic rock formations...

There was the walking stick bug that we brought inside to live it's last Autumn days in the lap of luxury...and the subsequent burial and eulogy for said bug written by my son:

"Dear Sticky, We hope you had a wonderful life. Here is some lettuce what you loved to eat when you were alive. Everything is AOK."

There was the variety show written and performed by my wee son and the "Spider Cookie Recipe Cards" that he made for me. There was dinner with friends and the sound of three boys lost in play.

There is the ginormous Katydid, the last lime green handful of summer, brought inside to live the rest of its lifespan in the comfort of our observation tank full of fresh, juicy leaves. There is tumbling, swimming, and Creative Zone classes. There is a trip to NY. There is planning our solstice party. There is holiday crafting and gifties to make.

The days are shorter, but no less sweet.