Saturday, the girls had their ballet class in the morning, and then Joy and I headed back to the ballet studio later for her first rehearsal for the performance she’s part of in November (her first non-recital dance role!). The we stopped by the library very quickly, and then later on we all went to Trader Joe’s to pick up food for our hike the next day, bringing home a couple of their delicious frozen pizzas for supper.
Sunday we drove into New Hampshire and hiked a small mountain. It was a COLD day (we remembered to dress in layers, but forgot hats and gloves, so all our hands and ears were chilled by the time we finished), and wicked windy at the top of the mountain, but gorgeous and sunny, and we had a wonderful time.
Carl’s off at his work office today, and the girls and I are having a peaceful morning here at home. I snagged the laundry room as soon as it opened, got two loads washed and dried. Cut and peeled almost the last of our picked apples (saved six out to make a pie this week) and put them in the slow cooker for applesauce. Kids showered and made their beds and tidied their rooms and are now doing school – Joy tore through twenty subtraction problems in twelve minutes, and shocked herself with how well she did. Once they are done with the school that requires my assistance, I’m going to start a batch of bread. We’re having beef stew for supper tonight, and that’s the sort of meal that NEEDS homemade bread.
I love these sort of days. “Just happy days,” as Anne Shirley calls them.
“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
-Anne of Avonlea
I know that tomorrow or even this afternoon may bring storms, but I rejoice in the calm, quiet, peaceful happiness we have had, and continue to have right now.