This time of year, the drive starts out dark. (7:00 AM)
|The hay is in!|
When the day begins at school, kids enter the building and some go to the cafeteria for breakfast and some go to the gym and wait for the first bell. When the bell rings, there is a lot of traffic in and out of the gym.
The kids don't naturally align themselves into the proper traffic pattern of entering or exiting on the right side and the left side. This year we put little P.E. cones on the floor to direct them in, and out. Otherwise a lot of kindergarteners get bumped into by fifth graders trotting off to breakfast. However, some kids still cut the last cone going in and go across the threshold in the wrong direction.
There is a decorative cone-shaped neck-high plastic tree in the hall. I took it and put it in the spot where the kids tend to cut across.
Two of the fifth-graders came out of the gym. They spotted the tree.
The girl said, "That's a nice touch!"
The boy said, "I think it's going overboard."
The day brightens fast around here. I took this picture while driving, putting up the camera, and aimlessly shooting the road ahead as I went tootling down the highway. I'd stop, but as you can see, there is no shoulder.
Today a kindergarten boy cracked me up. He's all boy, plain spoken, down to earth, loves his four-wheeler and says what's on his mind. I love him.
He had to choose 6 books for his book basket. He wanted books about puppies and snakes. We looked through all the puppy and snake baskets and he found five books he was interested in. We went through every other basket but nothing else appealed. We started to go through the baskets a second time.
|Pink sky, moon set, cows wake up. (The blobs are cows)|
Glanced at the page, looked at me, waited a second, shrugged and said, "I ain't laughin'".
He had a point. Okey dokey then. Back to the book search!
|I love morning ground fog.|
The day has begun.