When Sophie gets home from school she is usually to be found on the wall behind our apricot tree, reading a book. Today she opted for bubbles. I like seeing her out there...I remember the secret thrill of being up in a tree, hidden from the rest of the world. As you can see, she has no such privacy, but I hope the effect is pretty much the same in her mind. I often come across this conflict, having grown up in such a luscious, remote corner of the world, of wishing my kids had more wilderness, more nature, more places to explore. I will spare you the workings of my mind on this issue, since I haven't come to a resolution that truly sits with me. I do know Sophie is happy to be up there and that, in and of itself, makes me happy as well.
It's been a busy week--school is winding down and that pokes all sorts of holes in my schedule--recitals, registrations, graduations. Also, little Izzy has been under the weather, but I think today she is on the mend. I haven't been drawing much lately, and not for lack of desire, so hopefully I will find some free time soon. I must also admit, since the advent of Clarice, I am in the mood to create more dolls. There is something so incredibly satisfying about making a doll.