We’re in the home stretch, here, for the end of the school year. I know all of you are saying, “What? It’s been summer already, like – forever!” But our last official day is not until July 5th. (Although we’re playing hooky to go to Bretagne on the 4th).
But all this busyness is making me really, really grumpy. I’m registering the kids for all their next-year activities (and I’m already dreading what Wednesdays will hold for us – for me). I’m going to end-of-the-year dance and music recitals, I’m having end-of-the-year English class parties, I’m baking and baking for end-of-the-year school parties. I’m accompanying classes to the swimming pool and registering for Centre and trying to get our US taxes done (we get more leeway over here as to when, but they still have to be filed).
What am I not doing? Cleaning my house and weeding my garden. And that makes me really, really grumpy because I want someone else to do it.
But there is some color to the end-of-the-year activities – a whole rainbow of color.
There is RED.
The raspberries are out! (And being plucked and eaten).
Young Lady was a Russian dancer for the mini Nutcracker production at the Conservatory.
There is ORANGE.
The play center was divided into teams for all sorts of fun activities at the park.
They were officially sponsored by the olympics.
You're supposed to smile when you're on stage, kid.
I am smiling.
There is YELLOW.
My students showered me with roses and I showered them with blueberry muffins with lemon cream cheese frosting.
There is GREEN.
If you've ever drunk tilleul menthe tea in France, you might be interested to know that this is what tilleul blossoms look like. It's the tree outside of our living room window.
I'm still waiting for the vines to discover the expansive blank wall around the corner.
Pesto cheese from Holland.
There is BLUE.
Stop playing with the water.
How much longer will you be my sweet-cheeked baby? Not long enough.
There is INDIGO.
The Nutcracker's Chinese Dancers, none of which are mine. Cute though, huh?
There is VIOLET.
Okay this is technically pink, but our blue-indigo-violet hydrangeas turn pink because of the acidity in the soil (or lack thereof?)
It's hard to imagine just how big and loud that black bug was. BIG! And LOUD!
The pale lavender is finally blooming next to its darker cousin.
Here's another purple flower I couldn't resist including. Yet again.
There is even WHITE!
Snowflakes!
These little heart melts are not mine either.
Oh yes, and there is BLACK.
Cool! (Shudder)!
You can only get an idea of how big this scarab is by looking at the picture below showing the giant bug next to the intrepid hand holding it, (which would not be mine by the way).
Why are all the creepy thing flocking to me? I did not sign up for a course in entomology, thank you very much.
We were at a late-night theatre production, and what I thought was a bat flitting around the bright lights outdoors was not a bat, but a scarab.
I hope he flies away and takes my BLACK mood with him.
Lemon cream cheese frosting??? Yes, please.
Hugs to you as you finish up the school year. xoxo