Sunday, July 6, 2008

It rained almost an inch and a half today.  We couldn't even see the mountain across the street it was dumping sheets so furtively.  All it took was that nourishment to turn the brown grass green and glimpses of Scotland glowed brilliantly through after about two hours of dry time.  On the porch, we sat and watched the pour and a hummingbird dodged and weaved the drops to attempt a sugar rush at the feeder.  The rain was too intense for the wee thing, so it took cover in the crab apple tree hovering over the porch.  It's about seven now and it's exactly 71 degrees.  Off in the distance another storm rages, but over here there's a rainbow and countless birds calling.  An hour ago we went down to the creek and Bastian and I threw rocks into the river to attempt to slow the swift current so that tomorrow we might be able to have a little fishing hole and a brown trout dinner.  Alli walked the banks picking fresh parsley, rosemary, and mint for a tasty fresh salad to go with lunch tomorrow.  

It's Sunday, but we did do some work.  We pulled up the carpets and tack strips in Bastian's room to expose the oak floors that were probably put in about a hundred years ago.  Alli finished up cleaning the RV so that it is livable and semi-comfortable.  Bastian worked hard too.  He helped me with his little screwdriver and then played with his trucks toughening up his already calloused knees on the rough oak.  

So far, it's been everything we could've imagined.  We work together, play together, and just feel peaceful.  I can't believe we even though about putting this off for ten years or so, while I went to school and worked to pay off student loans in a ridiculous rat race that surely would have turned out a divorce, unhappiness, and greed.