Going from 10-12 hour days at the computer down to (maybe) 2 hours every other day leaving my landlocked home before trees leafed out just as daffodils were in their prime and living almost 3 weeks on an island in the Atlantic walking by the blue-green-aqua-silver sea with the dear sea-dog, Scylla Mae... It was one of those times when i really was away
i was there living on an island bathed in sunlight and rinsed in cool sea breezes sometimes cold most times perfectly comfortable in those new spring days. Nights were chilly at first a sweatshirt felt good in the full sun while lounging in a beach chair lazily tossing the tennis ball for "Good Girl"
i breathed the sweet sea scent deeply, deeply i was home.
Warm days came and cherry trees bloomed in town and gardens shorts and sandals and sand in the toes blue.aqua.green waves, sweet sea winds
the only drawback: i couldn't swim... it was all i could do to stop myself from jumping into the waters (only 50-something degrees)
i thought about buying a wet suit but that isn't the point of swimming in the sea not for me, at least it's about bathing in the sea.
Sun shining bright the day i left sparkling sea from the ferry deck.
It was much, much warmer here back at home a new world of lush trees, full garden sprouting with giant weeds lawn grass nearly knee high.
As i stepped from the car a sigh escaped as i began the mental list of chores but then as i took my first real "back home" breath the sweet scent of earth-lilacs-the neighbor's new mown grass helped me let go stop myself from feeling compelled to let work take front stage.
i'm proud to say that the very next morning i went right out into the garden pulled out the mower an old-fashioned reel (powerless) job that makes a kind of summer-music no engine can and then i commenced to begin to consider the possibility of composing a list for the next work day.
But i must confess that i'm more than a bit discombobulated gratefully so the computer still feels a tad foreign (happily i went straight to a job helping a friend get her garden ready for a tour next month)
i hope what i feel is true: a change is as good as a rest and i am different for the better
Soon, hopefully, i will have the film i shot back and scanned so i can share an album from the island.
in the middle of winter Kate asked me if i would like to take care of Scylla, world's best dog in her island cottage for 2.5 weeks beginning the last few days of April while she traveled. It was not an easy decision for as much as i love the sea i love spring in my garden. My sister urged me to say yes pointing out that i had been chained to the computer and buried in work for months on end and i needed the break. so here i am on this lovely isle, 30 miles out at sea.
it is truly wonderful to be here and i am definitly missing some of my favorites that are appearing right this very week in my garden at home but i am also feeling just how tired i am and reveling in the fact that the phone has not been turned on in the cottage that i have to go to the fabulous public library to work for a mere 1-2 hours and connect with you all via WiFi
the rest of the time i am playing with the dog sleeping cycling out and about playing with my other friend's brand new kittens sketching photographing breathing listening looking. However the wheels are beginning to turn again and i think i will begin spending a couple of hours each day from here on working on my book project. It's one of the reasons i said yes so that i could focus on it and make some head way.
the only downside is the new digital camera did not come in time so all i have to share right now are a few sketches (photos from film will come later)
after being charmed by them for years i decided to collect sketches of some of my favorite weather vanes. here's the first batch. whales are very popular (whaling is what made this island what it was and now is) and i came across another big fish tuna? bluefish? bass? if you ask me, it's some sort of flying fish