Ever since school started, Fridays have taken on a whole new meaning.
This afternoon a tired little boy will walk in the door. I'll treat him to pikelets with jam and cream and while he eats I'll remind him that for the next few days we don't need to do anything or go anywhere.
As we teeter on the edge of summer, with monsoonal weather the norm, I'm noticing the quiet anticipation of autumn. I'm wanting to bake and roast food and gather good books for quiet afternoons. The perfect activities for rejuvenating weekends.
What are your weekend plans?
photo: poet at the library, che reading Richard Scarry on the balcony, waiting for a dawdler