One of the last nights of our sabbatical I woke up at four in the morning and went and sat on the sofa waiting for the moon to move slowly over the water just below the branch. I didn't purpose to wake up but I'm a very light sleeper and knowing the moon was full and knowing it would be beautiful if the sky was clear was enough to wake me.
I opened the patio door (as quietly as I could) and stepped outside as far as I dared . . .. (the photo explaining that is coming up)
and clicked away.
The waves crashing against the rocks and the frogs in their chorus, the breeze against my face and I was content.
every evening as the sun was setting we positioned our self with the tree slightly to the left so that it would not block the sun.
there was this little cement slab that became the meeting place for the local frogs.
I absolutely refused to walk on the grass after the first night in the evening.
They would sit facing out .. .except for that one ..
early enough to still see the moon before it set in the ocean.
This week we've enjoyed remembering how wonderful it was.
We'll hang onto the memories of complete relaxation,
soon, once the snow stops .. . (will it ever?) . . .
we'll start to think of camping at a government campsite .. .in our tent.
In the meantime, we'll enjoy the life we have here on the farm, just the two of us.
We are incredibly blessed to have a healthy relationship,
wonderful friends that enrich our lives,
We have children who mean the world to us .. .
and those babies, oh those babies, . . .
every day is a gift and there is always something to look forward to
today and tomorrow and on the weekend.
I'll make fun . .. . .
because that next vacation is a long long long way off.
Have a great day my friends, I'm off to get my roots looked at ..
again? you ask?
I wrote it on my calendar wrong.