on holiday from the farm and on the vineyard now. back from the river.
the river.
it takes the proverbial wind out of my sails when i leave that place. two weeks of cousins and second cousins. of swimming from island to island. of crashing sailboats. of squalls. of too much canadian beer and canadian honey. of a crazy awesome family wedding. of spending all day in a bathing suit.
every year i get back and i start the same countdown… to the following august. if only for an endless summer at the river.
but we must live in the moment, no? not countdown. enjoy our present. so as i sit here, icing my bad foot with rudy, on the window seat, listening to pre-obama-visit helis circling above i’ll think not of a countdown but of maybe going for a bike ride with fiona and dad…down to the town beach for a quick swim.
