SUNDAY / 9

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Afternoon light. Our house gets THE BEST afternoon light. I came home from work yesterday and the rest of the street was in the shade, but there was one wide and glorious beam of golden evening light shining through the break in trees at the park over the road and our house was beautifully lit up.

It's autumn now officially, and the light has changed. It feels warmer, not as piercing. This last Sunday was a working day, at home, at the table, with Ngaio trying to Make Nice. Lucy came around to do her study and we all ate a lot of ginger biscuits and laughed, probably a little too distracted by the internets, but got quite a bit done all the same.   

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.