Each Tuesday evening — for about the last five or six weeks — Rachel took Micaela, Emeth and Anna to a class at Artistree, in South Pomfret, called “Mindfulness and Art.” Last night was their last class. The kids really loved their teachers, Susan and Katelyn, and expressed long, heart-felt gratitude and goodbyes.
The last two times, Talia and I came along, picnicked and played on the playground while we waited for “guys” to finish. When done, “guys” ran out yelling, “Talia! We had time to make something for you!” They handed Talia a clear, smooth, plastic bottle with water and colorful glitter inside. “Shake it! Shake it!” Talia was very pleased.
“Guys” ate their dinner then played on the swings.
“Daddy, can you run up and down the hill with me?” Emeth asked. So we ran up and down the hill. At first, Annie and Talia wanted to be held on the run down, but I quickly got tired, and used it as an excuse to take some pictures. “Guys” kept going, holding blankets out, flowing in the wind, pretending to be birds. Talia ran up with them, but was reluctant to run down by herself. So Rachel helped her.
Talia wanted to do it again. So Caela walked up with her. Talia still was hesitant. Then, suddenly, she ran down.
As the sun set over the mountain, they played in the sandbox while Rachel and I walked around the robust and beautiful garden. Not a weed in sight. Leeks and peppers. Flowing cucumber vines. Purple top turnips almost as big as my head.