After all that sturm und drang – a quiet day at last. Time to reflect. How lucky I am to have found such a gifted person to care for the boys while I was gone. How lucky to be the recipient of all the many who pitched in, to make the last three months endurable. How lucky to be done. How lucky to have quiet.
The construction has stopped.
The rain has come. Gentle, soft.
Summer melons have arrived.