Sometimes it's still a little dark, sometimes it's still a little chilly, but we load up with backpacks and lunchbags and binders and pedal our way toward the morning bell.
The girls are inevitably awake and in possession of improved moods by the time we pull up to the bike rack in front of school.
This morning I watched all the neighborhood squirrels navigate the power lines as the sun came up.
Meanwhile, Small One recited her Shakespeare lines and Tall One told us about an idea she has for a story.
(What I wouldn't do for all her ideas...)
A few minutes later, they were both ensconsed in their classrooms and I was taking an easy ride home...
Squirrels can't stop to talk
Their telephone lines waver
and they hurry on