It's so quiet
This is one of the best summer I've ever had. Although the weather is far from being clement; although we're not going anywhere on vacation; although the official term for my summer isn't vacation, but unemployment. Despite of all this, I feel that we are in the middle of two months of bliss. Apart from grocery shopping from time to time, there is nothing we have to do. We are in the middle of a luxury of time and choice. We can respect our natural biological rhythm. I get up and decide what I want to do of my day while having breakfast. This morning, we are lucky with the weather and it's a mild sunny day. There is a lot of light coming in the house. All the doors and windows are open. The view on the yard is beautiful. It's incredibly quiet. The sound of the wind in the branches of the walnut tree is soothing.
I am happy.
iconoclass is still in bed. She likes to sleep in even more than I do. It's such a pleasure to wake up by her side each morning. We benefit from a luxury of free time and quietness. I like to see what she chooses to do of her days, what she is interested in. The garden she planted and took care of is fruitful. I remember on evening last spring, as she was out watering the garden. She also watered the old walnut tree. I told her that it was strong enough and didn't need to be watered. She replied "Old trees need love too". There is a lot of love in this garden, in this yard, in this home.
I can even afford the luxury of being bored sometimes. Actually, it's not such an unpleasant feeling. It doesn't last long. Just long enough to realize that I'd better enjoy this bubble of quietness while we have it. In September, I'll start working again, and I expect a lot of stress and lack of time again.
I am happy.
iconoclass is still in bed. She likes to sleep in even more than I do. It's such a pleasure to wake up by her side each morning. We benefit from a luxury of free time and quietness. I like to see what she chooses to do of her days, what she is interested in. The garden she planted and took care of is fruitful. I remember on evening last spring, as she was out watering the garden. She also watered the old walnut tree. I told her that it was strong enough and didn't need to be watered. She replied "Old trees need love too". There is a lot of love in this garden, in this yard, in this home.
I can even afford the luxury of being bored sometimes. Actually, it's not such an unpleasant feeling. It doesn't last long. Just long enough to realize that I'd better enjoy this bubble of quietness while we have it. In September, I'll start working again, and I expect a lot of stress and lack of time again.