|my room with a view|
And with such a view on a pretty summery evening, who can string words together on a paper or 'puter screen? We're sitting here more dreamy-eyed than anything at all this loveliness.
As you will note, I've not been around here of late, but we are well and happy. Been gardening. Been painting my study and hubby's den (after I stripped old wallpaper border and filled the gazillion holes I found in the walls from my frequent moving of pictures from one spot to another.) Furniture and computers and books shelves are all awry. Books packed away, desks dismantled, lace off the windows (which I'm loving as it lets in all that northerly summer light).
'Tis a good thing those upheavals and messes don't bother me as they once would have. It's much easier to turn a blind eye to the piles and look out my window as I see such beauty that presses lightness in my soul.
Well, look at that, we got a few words strung together after all. Now...I'll be back to have a real visit with you all again. Soon. I miss you.
“One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.” ~ L.M. Montgomery
Good night and sweet sleep, dear kindred hearts,