Sometimes I look out over the landscape of the past few years and I marvel a bit at the road we’ve been walking. Some days dark and dreary, filled with uncertainty. Some days bright and hopeful. And some days just still and quiet with a great need for rest.
And through it all, there have been words aplenty, painting pictures and dreams and grief and joy.
These days, however… in the ‘right now’ of this sticky summer the words seem to have ventured off for some rest of their own, leaving me quietly alone. The Len is savouring these last two months of his co-op term, and together we’re savouring the wonder of long summer nights and crackling fires and nice walks and drives.
There is a sweet, juicy flavour to these days that is almost tangible.
So please forgive me if, for the next little while the words are fewer than normal. If you’re looking for us, we’re probably in the backyard with our feet up, dreaming dreams and making plans and redesigning the backyard and laughing and grilling and generally soaking up this beautiful thing called family.
Happy summer, friends.