Wv 8242011
Can't sleep. But every time I get up to use the bathhouse and I see those stars I don't mind being awake. The milky way, and every constellation I've ever known, clear and beautiful. Shifting around in the sky as I get up every few hours. Takes my breath away
I've a lovely new table for prepping, cooking that Dan created today. It's huge and finally tall enough. I've used a folding plastic table for years now. That and a small camping stove . Now we'll have a gas top with room for 2 pots at once! And also counter space that I don't need to bend over to use. He's topped this with his signature red oak and the first layer of spar varnish went on this evening. Neo rustic, the Dan Simpson signature style once again. Grateful for his skill and for him, even with all our arguing. Tonight we laughed and laughed and it felt like old times. I think of what Emily said, time together, so right.
2:45 AM the moon is rising. The small tip of the crescent peering over the ridge. The rest of the valley is so dark, and full of the sounds of the summer night- cicadas, katydids.
It's cool maybe in the 60's but still gentle. Time to snuggle back into the covers.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
WV sat 8 20 2011
My friend Mimi told me she was so exhausted when she got to her West Virginia home that all she did was sit and stare at the trees. And I understand. I completely understand. I've spent a lot of time since we arrived Monday evening sitting on the porch staring at trees. Watching the little movements , catching sight of the red cardinal in the pine. Yesterday he was in the autumn olive bushes down the hill, they are everywhere now, flitting in the bush over a small flock of wild turkeys foraging around for the berries. I guess that's why the autumn olives are taking over. The animals love them though. Dusk the other night two little fawns came up the hill and were hanging out at the same place. Just where I tried to plant a hydrangea ( use some more potting soil in this West Virginia clay next time, I was told ). Tom said two fawns had been living under our house. I never saw the doe so they might be on their own. One of them is very brave , looked me straight in the eye and started coming over to the house, then changed his mind. He went to gather the other fawn who seemed a bit nervous and led her down into the valley. I was a bit afraid of deer ticks under the house, that's where the pup Suki likes to sleep in the day. But it was good to see the deer who sheltered here this past winter. Like we share the house somehow.
We're so in the woods it's cool and very damp here most times. Except mid afternoon when it seems to be blaring hot up the entire east and midwest this summer. A few summer past as well, climate extremes being the new “norm” I read today .
Brought some New Yorkers magazines I hadn't time to read and really enjoying them. The pleasure of reading good writing. I had a stack, wished I brought a few more.
I must have really packed in a hurry, because I forgot more than my usual one big thing. Second year I forgot the folding bookshelf. I've got a stack of music on top of the marimba. Six weeks seem like such a little time. It's just beginning though and I remind myself today to be in this moment and enjoy it.
My friend Mimi told me she was so exhausted when she got to her West Virginia home that all she did was sit and stare at the trees. And I understand. I completely understand. I've spent a lot of time since we arrived Monday evening sitting on the porch staring at trees. Watching the little movements , catching sight of the red cardinal in the pine. Yesterday he was in the autumn olive bushes down the hill, they are everywhere now, flitting in the bush over a small flock of wild turkeys foraging around for the berries. I guess that's why the autumn olives are taking over. The animals love them though. Dusk the other night two little fawns came up the hill and were hanging out at the same place. Just where I tried to plant a hydrangea ( use some more potting soil in this West Virginia clay next time, I was told ). Tom said two fawns had been living under our house. I never saw the doe so they might be on their own. One of them is very brave , looked me straight in the eye and started coming over to the house, then changed his mind. He went to gather the other fawn who seemed a bit nervous and led her down into the valley. I was a bit afraid of deer ticks under the house, that's where the pup Suki likes to sleep in the day. But it was good to see the deer who sheltered here this past winter. Like we share the house somehow.
We're so in the woods it's cool and very damp here most times. Except mid afternoon when it seems to be blaring hot up the entire east and midwest this summer. A few summer past as well, climate extremes being the new “norm” I read today .
Brought some New Yorkers magazines I hadn't time to read and really enjoying them. The pleasure of reading good writing. I had a stack, wished I brought a few more.
I must have really packed in a hurry, because I forgot more than my usual one big thing. Second year I forgot the folding bookshelf. I've got a stack of music on top of the marimba. Six weeks seem like such a little time. It's just beginning though and I remind myself today to be in this moment and enjoy it.
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