Today feels like the first real day of summer. It is Monday morning and instead of packing lunches at six, the girls slept in and I have the quiet house to myself.

The alarm clock still went off at its usual hour but it feels good to be moving at my own pace. I just need to remember to that the entire summer’s worth of work can not done in a week.

Then the girls were up and busy.

On a  Monday morning, the fact that I have time to notice barn swallows perched on the old Farmall M makes me happy.