Tuesdays With Jo

Dear Mother Jaskey, 

Its been a week. One of those that go by in a flash and you wonder what just happened. It's officially fall. The trees and my perennials were hanging full of icicles this morning after our first killing frost. -3 was our thermometer low.

When I look in my book it's as blank as my brain. But I remember a few things; driving Grandpa Esau around the field one evening watching the huge harvest moon rise over the horizon, teachers over for lunch, an evening with Carrie,  orientation meeting with the teachers and board, a day spent at school, a Ukrainian friend over for most of Sunday.

My house is a mess but it tells a tale; entrance immersed in tomatoes and peppers and gourds in varying degrees of ripeness, baskets of unfolded but thankfully clean laundry, books and puzzles and pillows littering the living room floor, an arrow here, a hockey stick there and the smell of wood stove smoke permeating the air.

Today is our first day of school. Subconsciously I've been holding my breath, wondering and waiting. Its been six months since those halls were lined with boys and girls and today I got a catch in my throat.

LOL, (that means lots of love, you know)

Jo

P.S. Some kind soul dropped off a nice big pan of banana bread.

P.P.S. Pats mom brought our boys a giant 1000 piece puzzle. 

P.P.P.S. Audrey picked 2 pails of strawberries for us and they are the best tasting we've had all year.