Several weeks ago, before the weather turned too bitter to enjoy opening the door, I went to bed listening to the giggles and whispers of the girls' best friend sleeping over.
Everyone knows that the addition of one extra child triples the volume of sound in your home, so imagine my surprise when I woke up, quite late, to a silent house.
Too experienced to trust silence, I explored the house in search of the four children I was sure were up to something, but I wasn't prepared for what I found.
It was one of those mornings when the sky is so gray and so low that everything seems soft and muffled in its moisture. And out in the middle of this soft, gray morning the children had set up a tea party, Mad-hatter style, on the patio.
They had even dressed for the occasion... to some extent, over their pajamas, and were taking turns pouring tea and passing the treats they had made.
The entire scene was so enchanting that I chose to overlook the copious and potentially dangerous use of candles on the table...
And the gratuitous use of sugar...
And grab my camera instead.
There has been plenty of time for discussion on fire and sugar since, not to mention extensive clean up of caramel and juice,
but for that morning, in the cool autumn air, trickled with their soft "tea-time" voices, I was completely under their spell.
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