After church, I stole away on my little green kayak.
steal: to move, go, or come secretly, quietly, or unobserved: She stole out of the house at midnight.
Thank you, dictionary.com. I might add: She stole out of the house at midnight with her kayak.
-because it is something I might do. I just haven't done it yet.
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Thank you, dictionary.com.
I might add: she stole out of the house at midnight with her kayak -
because it is something I reall would do. I just haven't done it yet.
May I share with you a few shining moments from my trip?
The above scene is the view as one rounds the corner of Cow Island. I call it Cow Island because there are usually cows along the shore. No cows today, but I did startle a lone blue heron in the marshy grass.
He must have missed the last southbound Blue Heron bus. Poor guy.
The trees are bare, but they are still beautiful to me.
My beloved railroad bridge comes in to view. I have never jumped off of it into the water. But my kids have.
As I pass under its rusted trestles, I see the homestretch.
I paddle past my beloved church, too. There are a dozen cars in the parking lot, which makes me wonder if I am missing something.
From here, I guide my little boat as near the falls as I dare. It's as close to living dangerously as I ever get.
After I drag my trusty craft up across the road and stow the paddle in the garage, I go inside & make a fire in the wood stove.
The End.
Yesterday, Ben & Bill chopped down a a 10-foot tree. How lovely to have a vaulted family room!
Grandma Jean helped trim the tree. She hadn't decorated a tree for many a year, so this was special.
Jon was in charge of stringing lights. Good job, Jon!
Poodie lent her artistic touch decor. Then she fell asleep on the couch while I read "Amahl & the Night Visitors" aloud to the fam.
Please don't ask me to explain the mess on the other side of the room.
I mean, wow, people.....
We celebrated out first Thanksgiving in our old stone home.
Psalm 105:
"I like when you post pictures of home," said she. Done deal.
I know its merely a rug. But it makes me happy every time I look at it.
A real snapshot of the kitchen. That's five days of mail on the island.
Isn't is nice to know that the old chalkboard is finally up? It's the same board that resided in 3108, only now it's smaller.
Today, I tacked the closet. THE closet. We only have one in the entire house.
As for recent vignettes, here is one my Texas girl will enjoy. We got the globe in a thrift shop in Cape Cod for $5.
The funky green couch. It's prettier than it is comfortable, but whatever.
Our soggy front porch with a rescued rocking chair.
The view from the front door. I wish she was walking through it. Right this very minute.
After church, I stole away on my little green kayak.
May I share with you a few shining moments from my trip?
The above scene is the view as one rounds the corner of Cow Island. I call it Cow Island because there are usually cows along the shore. No cows today, but I did startle a lone blue heron in the marshy grass.
The trees are bare, but they are still beautiful to me.
My beloved railroad bridge comes in to view. I have never jumped off of it into the water. But my kids have.
As I pass under its rusted trestles, I see the homestretch.
I paddle past my beloved church, too. There are a dozen cars in the parking lot, which makes me wonder if I am missing something.
From here, I guide my little boat as near the falls as I dare. It's as close to living dangerously as I ever get.
There are so many things I enjoy about our old stone home. One of them is simply the play of morning light across the dining room table.
