It’s that time of the year again. I feel a bit blindsided by the end of the summer holiday; I knew it was coming, and yet, suddenly, here it is, the first day of school. It’s over already in fact.
I’m not one for new year’s resolutions, but new school year’s resolutions I can certainly do. This year I decided it was high time for the boys to be making their own lunches. (Please don’t point out to my nine-year-old that he’s having to start five years earlier than his older brother – he honestly hasn’t noticed – or cared – yet, which surprises me!)
After lunches were made and breakfasts eaten, we sat out on the front porch with the dog while my older son walked to the end of the driveway for the school bus. He started high school today, and taking a bus is part of this change. We’ve always lived within walking distance from school, so it’s a fairly big leap (thankfully, it is close enough to cycle in good weather). After the bus departed, a full hour before we needed to leave for younger son’s school, we walked down to the treehouse to review our zipline progress and watered the plants in the greenhouse.
Before leaving to walk to school, we managed a photo of youngest with his backpack. If you look closely at his legs, you’ll notice that we don’t insist on long trousers when he’s adventuring in the woods and, man, does it ever show. Apparently he got a lot of questions today along the lines of ‘what happened to your legs?’
When I was tucking this boy in for bed tonight, he asked me what my first day at school was like. I wondered if he meant today, and he clarified that he meant any of my first days at school throughout my school years (he further qualified this by saying he meant the weekend after Labour Day, and not any of the school years when my parents plucked us out of school mid-year to move to a new community, which they did a few times!).
Sadly, I don’t have any clear memories of any of my first days at school in September, but I will certainly remember today. The surprisingly slow and relaxed start to the day, taking a break from work to help our neighbour find her dog (who showed up at her back door moments after calling us for help), getting what felt like a huge amount of work done after the interruptions of a summer schedule with children at home, and enjoying a very simple lunch with some of our own harvest and some from our local farmers’ market. The apple chutney I made up yesterday, along with some of our favourite apple marmalade.