This past weekend, we made our first trip back out to Walden Pond since the end of summer. Even though fall is later to arrive here than what we were used to in Vermont, early October there does indeed look different than what we saw in August.
It seems lately that the weekends just keep rolling back around, with the weeks in between passing in a near blur. The week days just keep dissolving into this routine of walks to and from school, naps and laundry, making dinner, and reading bedtime books. No complaints per se; I'm just always amazed at the way that life appears to pick up pace as the school year gets going, I guess.
Mariam read her way through The Invention of Hugo Cabret in the first couple of evenings this week, and was completely mesmerized by it. The first night, she actually came downstairs about an hour after bedtime to ask me to come up and take the book away so that she wouldn't be tempted to continue reading. I had to laugh because I remember trying to hide books from myself at that age when I couldn't put them down at night but couldn't keep my eyes open either. It didn't work then, and it usually doesn't work now, either.
A good problem to have, I suppose.