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Laurel in the Tree

Traveling towards a hebridean sun
To build a white tower in our heads begun

Oak Leaf

The grass knows, the hills know, we all know
Spring has come, the good fountain flows


Each hoof fall brings us nearer the land
Of peat and seabirds and silver sand

The Swing Place

The grass knows, the hills know, we all know
Spring has come, the good fountain flows.

~Vashti Bunyan

Zion Cemetery

I could call these Screen-Free Views, but that isn't the reality of this week.  We didn't watch any more television than usual--it was less for certain.  The interesting thing about this year was that, for me, screen-time is less of an issue.  I really do have plenty of other things to do.  The children watched something a couple times this week, largely to keep them out of the way for the construction (and it's almost done!).  It has been exhausting trying to find places to go during a cold snap or to stay here at home.  This house really is so small that someone going back and forth and working is just disruptive.  We all made the best of it, really and truly.  There were times we just had to leave--tub surround in my bedroom, linoleum in the dining room, toilet in the children's room, tools in the World's Smallest Hallway.  Yes, the best place for us was away. ;-)

There are a few small tasks to finish up and some painting for me to do (more!).  The bathroom, small as it is, really feels so much nicer.  We didn't get all we had wished for and I'm serving an eviction/return notice to the tub surround on my back porch.  We've got plans to visit with Kim today at the little place where I lost my flute.  I would fall over if I found it languishing in the leaves over there.


( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )
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May. 13th, 2016 10:36 am (UTC)
They are refreshing--that is the perfect word. This time of year is so fresh and new and pale green. I forget about the change of scenery, too, as there is just so much to do here.
( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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