Seeds, Sight Words, and Cinnamon Rolls

I was up at 2 a.m. this morning, moving slowly through a couple rounds of my new routine before pulling today’s tarot card—the Scythe. The sharp reminder of endings and necessary cuts sat with me as I crawled back into bed around 4, catching a little more rest until 6.

death. sudden change. The reaper comes. termination. harvesting a crop. precision

Once I was up again, I returned to my cleaning rhythm, pausing just long enough to make sure I got at least something posted for yesterday. By 7, Aria’s little voice was calling out for Pokémon, and I knew the house was truly awake. The forecast promised storms after 4, so I wanted to make the most of the clear hours.

The girls started their morning with homemade cinnamon rolls, warm and sweet under a layer of cream cheese icing. While they tidied up their room, Dameion took the dogs on their morning walk. By then I had already fed Snappy and adjusted the filter in the turtle tank, and my sourdough starter was happily bubbling for the day.

sprinkling wild flower seeds

Our school time began with the hallway whiteboard—reading today’s date, revisiting yesterday’s sight word, and learning today’s before practicing both in sentences. The girls then took turns pulling their tarot cards, which is quickly becoming one of their favorite parts of our mornings. Afterward, we took a walk together, sprinkling wildflower seeds near the old iron root by their playground. Aria went with Dameion to let out the chickens, while Sephy stayed close, picking flowers for a worksheet activity.

By the time nap rolled around, the house had grown quiet. Charlie and I managed a shower before he started on dinner while I kept chipping away at my work. When the girls woke, we jumped back into projects—finishing their ants, coloring a few picnic pages, and then diving into our India packet. We brewed some masala tea (which none of us liked, but it was worth the try!) and learned about India’s endangered animals.

Bath and bedtime came quickly after, and once the girls were tucked in, the night wound down in its usual way. Before long, I was asleep myself, grateful for another day—storms and all.