Putting the leaf back in the table
Sometime in June I took a leaf out of the table. There was not going to be a day for the rest of the summer when even six of us would be here for dinner; the circle would be enough.
Every morning it hit me, sort of like those "what is wrong with this picture?" games. The table was too small, and yet it was just right.
Today we put the leaf back in. Everyone is home for two short weeks, and we are beginning to ascend to the routines of autumn. Madelaine will leave on the 2nd of September, but for now everyone is home. And I am happy.