we took a quick overnight to the farm this weekend, pecan pie in hand, a car jam packed with all of the stuff that you need for one night or 10. we took walks, drove the golf cart, did some dishes, and took some more walks. it’s so quiet there, the night traffic buzzing in the distance, no lights, orion and his belt sparkling clear and cold. aaron taught me some tricks on my leica and i wasn’t stingy with the shots. it felt good, the air was cold, the sun was gold. there was a blue heron on the pond, his broad wings bringing a slow flap up and over into the highest tree. we wanted to stay longer. we always want to stay longer.
today i caught up on laundry, went to stores filled with people stocking up before the winter storm that’s been predicted, played with my sweet baby dot by herself since the big kids were at co-op, made a pretty corn chowder, ate some orange marmelade on biscuits, and spent some time taking pics of springy things for the shop. it was an easy day, so easy that i saved cleaning bathrooms for tomorrow.
right now ace is sitting in my lap, his perfect, soft face resting on my left arm. i am wearing a big sweater and a bandaid on a finger that i peeled while making the pretty corn chowder. the olympics have stolen our nights and will again tonight, husband and kids and dog piled on a couch under blankets, a couple of those falling asleep to speedskaters and alpine skiing. as aaron says to me all the time, “this is the life. isn’t it?”
