Thursday, August 18, 2011
is all I need to get away from the madding crowd, watch some sunsets and sunrises, take photos, read and journal by the lake, drink tea, sleep. More epic vacation plans deferred like most things but this will be sufficient. I'm leaving with a now-repaired sink, a jar of sunflowers on the table since the 8 foot tall plant collapsed like a tower of building blocks in the front yard, returning for late night live music and random Saturdayness. Long weekends are a beautiful thing.