The Westering Hills

Today

has been good. After prodding Barrett to get up at 7am, I dozed until 9:15. I had dreams about my apartment flooding, wasps taking over my house, and a white bumpy patch on my arm turning out to be the bubonic plague. Since when did my dreams make the turn to Biblical disasters?! I awoke for good to the sound of Colin trying to lift the bedroom blinds up with his paw to take a peek outside. After heating up coffee and reading the paper, I took a shower, got dressed, and ran through my list of errands. That done, I took a book, a glass of wine, and sat outside in the warm, incredibly cloudy day, and read for three hours straight. In between chapters, I listened to the flickers,the Anna’s hummingbirds, and the Stellar’s jays sing their various songs, while I drank in the scent of the lilac bush nearby. At times, it sprinkled, and my bare feet shone with the wetness as I wiggled my toes. I stared at the two foot tall grass in our backyard giving way to seed (our lawnmower has been in the shop for over 3 weeks now) and marveled at how beautiful grass seed stalks are. I sat outside on a day I would normally be inside and was grateful that I was witnessing spring in all its silent glory.

6 Comments so far

  1. Kari May 19th, 2008 7:44 pm

    Sounds like a great, enjoyable, peaceful day! :}

  2. anne May 20th, 2008 7:25 am

    What a lovely description! Wish I was there with you. Of course, that would negate the whole silent quality of the moment… but still. I could keep my mouth shut for a short time anyway. And then I would talk your head off and admire the grasses with you!

  3. Mom May 23rd, 2008 8:01 am

    You, my dear, just had a taste of RETIREMENT! :)

  4. not howard May 23rd, 2008 3:14 pm

    I am living in Portland now! Well, maybe ‘living’ is too strong a word… Hope to catch up with you two soon! xo

  5. sher May 26th, 2008 1:22 am

    That seems like a perfect day to me. I like a prarie look with grass myself!

  6. Dave June 3rd, 2008 9:05 am

    Are you high?

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