last night and today

Last night, the driveway was full of cars, the porch was full of recent high school grads, the buffet line yielded very few leftovers, then Monty Python was wafting from the family room, then sounds of a movie, then quiet conversation. A snapshot.

This morning, I am going to sew name tags into all the clothes in the basket (above). Then down to church for Speaking of Faith, and on to teach a dear friend to knit, and get her started on a simple project. One last family supper tonight before our chickadees go their seperate ways once again. 

And some of us in New England are wondering what that bright, shining thing in the sky is!

The sweet June days are come again;

once more the glad earth yields its golden wealth of ripening grain,

and breath of clover fields,

and deepening shade of summer woods,

and glow of summer air,

and winging thoughts and happy moods

and love and joy and praise.

The sweet June days are come again;

the birds are on the wing;

bright anthems, in their merry strain,

unconsciously they sing.

Oh, how our cup o'erbrims with good

these happy summer days;

for the joys of field and wood 

we lift our song of praise.

 (words-Samuel Longfellow)

from our hymnal Singing the Living Tradition