
4 days into 5 days off, and each afternoon finds me in acceptance of this heat, indeed the afternoons are the easiest - i tell myself it is august, it is texas out there, after all, and i relax into the coolness of my house, quite shaded, surrounded by pecan trees, magnolia, hackberry, the cherry laurel, oak, nestled next to dogwoods and camellias, and i read and i read, and yesterday i began to repaint the bathroom, no hurry, just a bit here and there, it is something to do when i can't sleep and the books have momentarily lost their charm. the lovely, lovely katie and i shop antique stores full of dark, heavy furniture, and mi casa imperfecta, small though it is, feels like luxury when i get home - airy, light, cluttered, but full of sunshine filtered through leaves hanging still in the motionless air. there is silence, and cool white sheets on the bed, and the freezer holds nothing but ice and lime popsicles. there is a kitkat bar in the refrigerator and milk for cheerios, and strawberries and blueberries and white grapes. i am drowsy by 5 pm, lulled by the sound of the air conditioner and the fan.
life is good.
life IS good. strawberries and blueberries here, in my refrigerator, too. today was warm, I can't say hot in comparison to yours. but "sunshine filtered through leaves hanging still in the motionless air," I have that. I am loving this light, this bending into autumn, this good life, marching on.
ReplyDeletelife is good....so very good. and often i find that i need to read your words to make myself believe....to remember....that it really is good.
ReplyDeleteand a kit kat bar in the fridge. oh girl, do i have your number or what ?
do we drink the same wine, too ?
I spent several days off in very similar circumstances--but I spent the time moving furniture around my house even though it was so hot, and I was without more than just a table fan to combat it.
ReplyDeleteGo ahead -- murder the Kit-Kat bar...
ReplyDeleteThat lime popsicle sounds like Tejas heavan!
ReplyDeleteI am on the other side of town from you...so am drowsing under the same heatwave. Today is supposed to be a record: 106 degrees!
ReplyDeleteI bought melon and prosciutto today in honor of Eat, Pray, Love which I watched yesterday! Enjoy that lime popsicle--sounds luscious.
you are right shady spots are like gold ..life is good... august is the way it always is..i remember this in the balmy days of winter...have i told you lately how special your blog is..it is ..
ReplyDeleteoh my, yes, that sounds like a very good life indeed. simple, quiet, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI feel the heat too ..your description of Texas summer is perfect! I love those lazy slow sultry evenings
ReplyDeleteOh life is GOOD!
ReplyDeleteI love the way I imagine your little casa imperfecta. A sweet spot in the trees. Full of light and softness.
I am so not a heat person. I lived most of my life in a semi desert area, and moved to the coast NEVER looking back. I like the mild climate here. It is the tropics of Canada...very mild winters. And the summers are a perfect shade of warm...not hot (with a sprinkling of a few hot days, just to remind us that it is indeed summer. Anyone who knows me though, knows that secretly I moved here for the rain. ;)
Oh, life is good. And your savoring of it makes it better.
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