at last...

i am happy to report that the ease of summer has finally found our household. it just happened, all of sudden, losing track of time, napping in the afternoon, evenings on the porch, conversations with good friends; it is just a wonder what this season brings.

the wonders and bounty of the season have also arrived in my kitchen; all of my bowls of any decent size now seemed to be constantly occupied by peaches, and fruit of all kinds, tomatoes so beautiful you hate to cut them up.

come tomorrow we might actually have our hammock hung. saying that makes me realize perhaps i neglected summer this year as opposed to having myself been the neglected one. oh well it is here, and it is bliss.

(the above photo was taken by yours truly on a solo trip to argentina. it was summer in february.)

view from the kitchen table

well i had this marvelous second post in mind, but this is what is. perhaps someday, i'll get around to photographing a few things that i love, compiling a sweet and clever commentary, and present to my many readers a view in to my life. 

for the sake of starting though, i am just going to give you what i've got. this is me, ages ago, but me, with the one i love...

and while this is not my kitchen table, it's a table i once sat at; in fact i took this photo. obviously charged batteries magically found their way into my camera, and a similar miracle occurred when the picture found itself uploaded to my computer. it is my intention to improve though. i aim to be someone who affixes a stamp to an envelope after sealing it, as opposed to someone who lets her letters and bills sit on her windowsill until the concerned individual calls or i receive another friendly notice from the electric company.

so my kitchen table. apart from my bed, it is the one place in our home that i seem to frequent the most. after meals have been eaten and dishes have been done, or ignored, i sit. sometimes i sip some tea, i almost always steal a glance at my little garden outside the window (smile), but mostly i just sit. i think i might be waiting for something to happen i am not really sure. 

oh the chore of interpreting one's own strange habits. 

so here i am at two in the morning, having observed all of the peaceful sleepers of my household, sitting at my kitchen table. and i do love the view from here, i can see so many of my pleasures and think about my projects, consider the day that has passed or the one that is about to begin; i am just wondering, is there someplace else i should be? 

Girl can't blog....

Okay so here goes. I am not promising anything great, in fact I am trying to catch a moving train at this point, so who knows what I will actually accomplish in dedicating a blog to my musings, desires and ideas.
But I do have some things to say, to communicate, if only I could get to them. At the moment I am completely flustered by my inability to construct a blog. How to find a font I really like, paste up a header, what to do with all the little icons.... Goodness.
The truth is, I set this puppy up months ago, paying occasional visits, threatening to post and shape the thing into something, but never managing to do so. But I have finally decided a pathetic start is better than no start, right?