sun, pollen and stories Saturday night after a very strange in several ways, with decidedly unexpected implications (some of them very nice ...), my day Sunday was a real charger.
awakening on Sunday morning was due to the singing of the birds in the trees and a bold ray of sunshine that has crept attraverso la mia persiana... Il modo migliore di cominciare la giornata.
Il resto l'ho passato in giardino con i nipotini, tra compiti da finire, calci al pallone, merende da preparare e storie da raccontare.
Come riuscire a preparare la merenda per tutti con due casinisti che ti vogliono dare una mano? La scena che si presentava in cucina era la seguente: Nipot1 addetta al taglio dei biscotti, Nipot2 alla preparazione della spremuta e Fran all'impasto e all'inforno. Risultato: un dito tagliato dal coppapasta, un arancio finito dentro alla brocca intero ( schizzi più o meno per tutto il lavello e oltre) e una bruciatura sulla mano destra per la sottoscritta. Ma bambini contenti e cibo commestibile ( anzi, buono).
Then there are the tasks to be finished, with Asia to study and the dates of the Cold War to memorize. It designs and. And staining technique to do (that useful stuff ...)
For a person accustomed to living alone this might seem a very boring way to spend a Sunday afternoon, but not for me. None unless you've tried it can understand the satisfaction of helping a child learn history or geography and see you explain that while his mind travels, imagine, draw what you are saying. The satisfaction of discovering that is not the textbook, but what they tell you to awaken the curiosity and the desire to learn more. And that rivers, lakes, dates or places of battles are stored in short for an anecdote or a particular form that you have added an immediate connection. And then there's the satisfaction in having helped children in the kitchen (or better: in being felt useful to the community, in having done something physically for all others). I like to see happy people I love. And most feel that the "community" works, so that how it worked when I was small and someone told me it was in time of war while I was sitting in the kitchen to make balls of wool ...