The street light outside Emmy’s window was glowing softly in the dusky air as I closed her blinds and tucked her in. I could still see her little babyish cheeks in the dimly lit room as I bent down to kiss her, but the light was fading fast.
I love these softly glowing springtime evenings. The air is still cool and brisk. Full darkness is delayed, but not so much that the girls’ bedtime is disrupted.
Tonight is the end of a pleasant weekend. The temperatures were warmer than they’ve been, so we got outside and played a little. I watched our little hawk fly around the neighborhood. He’s making a mess of twigs under the tree where he is building a nest, and he has a bad habit of swooping down in front of our house. He startled Emmy when she standing in the front yard with her dad. She was afraid he was going to grab at her stuffed cat, and we had to reassure her that the hawk wanted nothing to do with a stuffed kitty. (Even though he really doesn’t seem to be that smart of a bird.) I want him to stick around to catch some of the little critters we have around our house. (ahem–chipmunks and field mice, watch out!)
The girls and I snagged some books at our school district’s literacy fair book exchange on Saturday. Emmy went for a cat book, of course, and Lily zoomed in on a Cam Jansen book. I brought home No Flying in the House by Betty Brock. I’ve never heard of it before, but the cover was just too entrancing. The little girl is named Annabel, and she has a secret. Not only that, but she has a tiny dog protector who is only three inches long!
What entranced you this weekend?