From my little office downstairs, I can see the limbs of the cherry tree, the edge of the badminton net, and the bird feeders--behind, all blue today. A lacecap hydrangea obscures half my window. Behind me, the washer hums and the drier thunks away. It is a cozy office, shared with the laundry room, but it is my space and I have been trying to keep it clear of sock oceans and towel mountains. Someday perhaps I will have the office of my dreams--but who is to say that this is not actually it? I have a window, I have the sky, I have a desk.
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| I hope to put these in a binder but meanwhile they sit on my desk, making me happy! |
I remember one of my first home offices, in a narrow, gloomy closet in our wee apartment on the side of Martin's parents' barn. No view, no air circulation, but it was mine, and while Martin's mom took Merry a few mornings a week, I wrote like mad. As long as my fingers aren't so cold I can't move them, I am good to go.
Poor Martin is home today with some kind of evil stomach bacteria; he's moved out to the hammock under the cherry tree, where he fell asleep in the sun. Though it's horrid to host bacteria, at least he has a beautiful day in which to sleep and recover: a completely clear, blue sky, a playful, sweet autumn breeze.
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| Lots of flowers from the garden--and we finished the kitchen! |
Okay, so I think it's time for a few summer memories--the obligatory handful of photos that gives reason to my long blogging absence. I am longing to share England with you, and I will--hopefully with excerpts from my journal. But I have to organize myself a bit first, and you know what that's like.
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| Endless beach time, here with Martin's family |
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| Camp for all kiddos! Horseback riding, swimming, sunburns. |
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| Forts in the shed, complete with lanterns (it is a mercy they didn't burn it down) |
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| Amazing Olympic Peninsula, at our favorite place, Lake Crescent |
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| Loads of gardening and cousins |
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| Camping |
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| A week in BC, Canada, where we kayaked Desolation Sound for a whole day, enjoyed a dinner cruise (our captain fed a bald eagle!), & swam. Charley's little paws got tired of the stony beach so he had to be carried! |
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