Today I enjoyed my many projects, but they are work. When I became a teacher, I did it to "make a difference." Once my children entered school, I discovered the blessing of our shared schedules--that we all worked hard together during the school year, and played hard together during our breaks. As winter seems reluctant to give up its grasp, I start to dream of summer.
I dream of summer.
The aroma of pine in our Pinery cabin;
Paddling my kayak upstream against the current;
Riding bikes down River Road to buy Moose Tracks ice cream;
Hiking into the forest to pick blueberries;
Roasting marshmallows around the campfire;
And sitting under the white pine stringing beads, reading novels, or just watching the clouds scud by.