Friday, April 24, 2009









It's hard to believe that this is life, now. It feels so much like vacation, like camp, like a dream. I realize with acute precision just how dry and calculated and manmade synthetic my life in Mesa was. Planned roads, planned neighborhoods, planned shopping, planned time- and all inside, in the air conditioning. No room for this easy, sweet, day-to-day kind of fairy tale.

I'm loving afternoons by the pond, eating snacks and watching geese and trains go by. Gathering chives in the woods and taking them home to make soft egg sandwiches for lunch. A glass of wine in the gazebo with Mom. Lazy sun-dappled swings in the hammock. It's all way too good to be true.

We miss everyone, though. Wish you were here.

2 comments:

Stephanie said...

Miss you too! Sounds lovely! <3

Sara♥ said...

Reading this description made my heart simply ache.

Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can hold out before I move back to the great green north!

(ps. this is Sara from pancakes!)