The Measure of a Morning

There are harvested winter squash curing on the picnic table . . .

Laundry on the clothesline . . .

Sourdough dough working in a bowl . . .

Jelly canned and cooling on the counter . . .

Vegetable soup simmering on the stove . . .

And two children who have been fed and more or less entertained all morning*.

Of course, all too soon the laundry will be dirty again, the bread, squash, jelly, and soup will all be eaten, and the children will require more feeding and entertaining.

But for now? For now I feel victorious.

* The third child was fed and sent to school so someone else could entertain him. Hooray for school.