refreshedIt seems to be harder and harder to find things to write about here, right now. I don't seem to have any motivation to sit at the computer and update my status anywhere or write about anything. The sky is a bright blue with soft feathery clouds crossing it, and the birch leaves are shimmering like silver in the breeze. Butterflies are busy as are the big bumblebees but not me. I could be cleaning the bathroom. I could be going grocery shopping. I could be vacuuming the house and I may yet. But for now, I think I shall take my book and a tall glass of ice water and dangle my bare toes off the end of the lounge chair on the porch before I go for a walk in an hour or so.
There's nothing better than a super-productive 4-day weekend...unless it's one like this.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment. — Jane Austen
