There is a time for everything. I have wasted some time and aggravation learning this, trying to interest children in some activity only to have them design their own version six months later, bemoaning our lack of outside time in February and our lack of crafty projects in May.
But I'm starting to learn to take things when they come. And when the mornings are cool and the afternoons warm and the sun shines day after day and the yard is dry and the bugs not too aggressive--it's time to play outside.
Someone should tell the house that, so it would not do things like spilling honey all through the cupboard necessitating a deep clean.
But take fair warning: anything that doesn't have to be done right away, won't be done until the fall rains come.
4 comments:
For every thing there is a season . . .
Most people prefer salt and pepper to honey, but tastes do vary.
I read something that reminded me of you. In a good way, of course. Is your Grammar Commando on maternity leave? I doubt it. http://www.boundlessline.org/2008/09/lapsing-into-a.html
This would have been a great post just for the title.
-- SJ
Thanks for that link, Mary. I can't believe I missed National Punctuation Day! Perhaps we all should have dressed up as semicolons.
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