The End (of summer, that is)

I got a little blue this week as I realized summer vacation was coming to an end... So, spur of the moment we went to our little local zoo. You can walk the whole thing in an hour, but it felt good to do one last "hurrah."

At least I'm in good company. Sheri Dew writes the following about Marjorie Hinckley:

"[She] loved the sound of the screen door slamming shut as children ran in from the backyard...Marjorie savored the days she had her five to herself, and she went to great lengths to keep summers unstructured so her young ones would have time to lie in the gully and listen to the birds sing if they wanted to. She wept each fall when it was time to send her brood back to school; even when school was in session she looked forward to the moment each day when her children burst through the door and started scrounging for an afternoon snack. One day when Dick had to stay after school for some grade-school discipline, Marjorie marched over to his classroom and announced to his startled teacher, "You can do anything you want with this boy all day long, but after3 pm he's mine."

(quoted from "Glimpses")

Ahhh, I'm going to miss my little girl. But it's time to go back to school.