Summer Comes to an End

Our summer is nearing its end, and with only one more week to go, I find myself looking forward to the schedule that the school year always brings with it. Now, I love summer as much as the next Mom: no schedules to keep, late mornings that turn into easy swimming afternoons or soaking up the sun with a good book. I absolutely adore the great discussions we have had this summer, those spontaneous questions about the world we live in, or our great God and His participation in it all. There's a freedom in Summer, and I love the time to rest, rejuvenate and gear up for yet another academically challenging school year.

School begins in about a week, and with four of the children going to school for a full day, I am often sitting wondering, what in the world will keep me busy, since I'll only have Babe left at home with me. I'd love to finish up some sewing projects, finish up the basement re-model, and have some time to simply enjoy the littlest one's comedic personality. So I do look forward to the school year. Schedules have a way to organize a day.

I do take a moment to remember one of my favorite summer pastimes....insect exploration. HH found this little critter a few days ago and snapped some pictures of this hummingbird moth.

Mentally, I thought to myself: What a great way to end the summer....by finding something new and different to wonder at....by finding one last thing to wrap up our summertime fun and invite us to Autumn. Thank you God, for all these little creatures that make us stop and awe at the world we live in.

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Domo Arigato Gozaimasu Nihon - Thank You Japan

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