I've come to the realization that the only way to be productive over the summer holidays is to get up... first. Six AM on the patio looks like this:
Round about 08:00, the munchkins stumble out for sleepy morning kisses, and the day begins to gather momentum. I try to remember that this time is precious rather than unproductive:
As the afternoon slips away, we turn our imaginations to the remaining farm market produce:
Patio suppers are an exquisite summer pleasure, sometimes accompanied by just a wee bit more wine than is technically necessary. Rob and I linger at the table while the kids run wild in the garden, and a wee bit of knitting gets done:
Then the flurry of baths and bedtime, cleanup and last minute tasks for tomorrow.... it's invariably late, but sleep is postponed just a bit for a cup of tea and a half hour of mindless knitting.
Small steps, incremental progress - summer is a good exercise in choosing to live in the moment.