Wind in the trees is the only sound beside their appealing voices.
This is good. A good observation, a good way of looking at things.
This time of year, here, the trees are in full leaf, and the leaves are still green, and flexible. You know what I mean, not so long ago the leaves were the size of mouse ears. And it won't be long until the leaves are stiff, not yet brittle, but brittleness will come when the color changes. So we are in the middle, the sweet middle, the verdant middle, between mouse ears and brittleness.
And so are the children.
I went to orientation for Nick's middle school. One teacher said, we love the 7th graders, they are still so sweet. But once they turn into eighth graders, we don't love them as much. They are turning into high schoolers, and we are glad to see them go.
I know what she means, although of course from my perspective, Ben (9th grade) is still sweet. But still - he is sulking because we won't let him play computer games until school is out - he had a D in World Geography on his interim. He gets very fierce when deprived of his computer games. I remind him of how he often says that he needs a life, other than computer games, but he just growls. |
