Friday, August 05, 2011

Friday, August 5th, 2011

Sitting on the porch in the cool of the evening, watching the mourning doves and the quail perform their evening rituals and admiring the delicate willow that grows in the front garden, a haven for dozens of small song birds.

I don't know the name of this lovely tree that bends and sways in the breeze (that has thankfully arrived to blow away the heat of the day).  Charles thinks it would be perfect for making baskets, so for the moment it is the Basket Willow.

Summer has truly arrived in the Similkameen, - a time for doing chores early in the morning, - running over town before everyone is mopping their brow and complaining about the heat, - well, what can you expect.  It's Summertime, summertime, - the days are hazy, the hills are blue in the distance and nobody is moving at a very fast pace, - including the person unpacking boxes.

Today I tackled the den, where the computers live and where at one time I had a wall of shelves and a desk of drawers, filled to overflowing.  The things that are important will eventually find the perfect spot, and the rest of the 'stuff' that seems to gradually accumulate, will be gone, gone, gone, and I will feel happy and cleansed.

In the meantime, think of me......

1 comment:

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Don't work too hard! I'm really glad you are doing all this slowly.
We finally have some summer here in Oregon (and just like where you are, many people are complaining about the heat). People are funny that way ;>)