“Grandmotherhood initiated me into a world of play, where all things became fresh, alive, and honest again through my grandchildren’s eyes.”
~ Sue Monk Kidd
I wake to the smell of smoke. Confused, for a moment, I wonder if we left a window open. A quick and quiet check confirms they are closed but the smoke is still strong. It’s early and too dark to see outside but I know the smoke must be thick out there if I’m smelling it in the house. I grow concerned about what happened with the wildfires while I slept.
We detoured to come home yesterday, thankful that the skies were relatively clear when we arrived. We stopped in the garden to water and pick a few veggies for supper on the way up the hill and the air was fresh–fresh enough for a bit of water play with my granddaughter in the heat of the afternoon.
It seems we will be having an indoor day today though. I head over to Pinterest and the board where I save inspiration for projects to do with the grands. DIY lipgloss is one she talked about in the past, and I promised we would make slime today. We will find ways to amuse ourselves indoors, no concerns there.
These days with her are too precious to let a little bit (okay, a lot) of smoke get in the way.