Today as I quickly upload these snaps of late-summer fun and games I have six students at my school table. It's transition time.
We are still jogging through the last bits of summer chez Suite but the autumn rituals are tapping in for a good run.
A cozy wrap after bedtime bath.
Some wildflowers gathered for seed.
Mommy's seasonless dreams of pictures wherein everyone is smiling angelically and no one is pulling anyone else's hair or last nerve. It's the tradition that transcends cultural and national boundaries. (And you thought that was music?)