unless i'm blogging, like now, i have no idea what time it is. all i know is that i rose this morning before dawn and went out to the woodshed to gather more wood for the fire in the little woodstove.
later i'm going to let the fire go out so i can scoop out the ashes into the metal bucket. then start all over again. this morning I went for a little stroll with my camera. the air smells green and fragrant. layered through with woodsmoke. and it appears i am the one creating the smoke.
look, there it is now curling around the roof of my reading retreat!
i sat with my thoughts at the very edge of the bluff this morning. watching the water stream over the rocks. last night it rained and rained. i turned all the lights off and sat in the chair by the woodstove. snuggly & warm listening to the sounds the world makes late at night when rain is falling all around. good sounds.
ping drip ping
there could not be a more ideal setting for a reading retreat.
and there are so many spots to plunk down. indoors & outdoors.
reading thinking listening napping
here's the kitchen. small, but well stocked for cabin cookouts.
this little place gets loads of happy visitors. which is why i already booked my next visit in february. how nice to know i can drive a couple of hours and reach this woodsy paradise.
earlier i thought i saw GIANT BUCK peeking his head up over the top of the skylight. then one paw swipe against the bedroom window last night. it's the first i've seen him since budapest!
there is magic here.
did i already mention the tangerine grove?
or the suspension bridge?
my reading stack:
plus may sarton and a centennial tribute to beatrice wood which i found here at the cabin. i finished this beautiful life and can conclude that… i don't recommend it. i mention it here in case you read the same npr review that i did and get tempted. everything else has been delicious!