Weekending

Weekends are for schedule making...

and spelling.

They're for painting clay hearts

and then more spelling. 

And more painting.

Sometimes they're about buttermilk biscuits,

and playing in the flour while Mama and Trevy measure ingredients.

Sometimes you get to go for a walk, and come home with a seed pod and an idea.

For a tree.

Sometimes they look like a Sunday morning with one of winter's last cups of goodness

and crepes and strawberries.

"Mom, c'mere."

Weekends can look like mysterious tea bags

and then their scientific investigation.

Weekends can be about exploring,
creating,
and quiet or noisy "just messin' around".

Isn't there a word for these sorts of creative,

wandering and wondering ways?

Ah, yes.
Living.
That's what we do.