Sunday August 26th.
Man it's so hot and sticky outside. I am feeling restless but haven't the energy to do much and lack the focus to do much. Even staring off into nowhere needs focus!
John was going to put up the hammock for me but upon stepping out onto the barely used deck out back, realize just how much cooler it is there and the scenery is rather nice as well.
He proceeds to bring the lounger with it's cushion up to the deck for me.
Carting my water bottle, drawing book, pen/pencil, sunscreen and my very large hat, I set up to find 'Chill', relaxation, perhaps even a small amount of focus, despite the yuck of the heat.
Once settled I can't help but just take it all in. It's quite lovely and I wonder why I don't sit back here more often!?
The slightest breeze emits the most quiet but relaxing rustling through the trees which fill the scene in the ravine directly behind our house. I then notice a gentle trickling of water, arising from our little fish pond, as the water rises up through a little fountain piece and cascades back down again. The fish like me are hiding beneath shade, afforded them by the overhang of the Virgina Creeper vine; Engleman's Ivy.
The deck itself is in dire need of a rebuild, but even in it's state of dilapidation it grants me time for chill in a more comfortable setting and my thoughts to scribe without the distraction of such heat and humidity.
While considering my good fortune found on the ol' deck I can't help too but look to the rapidly growing White Pine tree; one of three. I instantly imagine I can hear it's soothing soft whisper as winter winds blow through it, standing over a layer of shimmering fresh snow.
Woops, I hadn't meant to go there! That's a state of 'Chill'!
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