Today I love the raven’s call across the sky from its tree to my perch up on the deck at the cottage. I love that in honor of L.M. Montgomery, the two ravens that hang out near our cottage have been dubbed Nip and Tuck, just as the house in town has become the Blue
Castle. I love how golden green the woods between town and the cottage are getting, where just weeks ago the bare and rattling branches highlighted the sky they now begin to make its crisp blue look hazy and in a week or so will block out any trace of blue save over top of their soon opened canopies. I love the forest floors awash with trilliums in bloom, the last pure white of springs slowly dying snow falls. I love that I am pondering reclaiming the bunkie and delivering it from being storage to being a possible studio of sorts. I love the possibility of installing my grandfather’s little wood burning parlor stove in there and being able to use it in Spring and Autumn as well as Summer. I love how the trees march down each side of the cottage lot to the water and frame a window view of the lake through which from west to east or east to west gulls and other dancers on the wind arc by in perfect, calm, sloping flight.
Today I love that I awoke in the middle of the night and remembered the meds I had forgotten to take last night. I love that it only took me five minutes to convince myself to get up and take them. I love that I am going to go get my morning meds soon, middle of the morning should offset last nights mistake, eh? I love how peaceful the lake can be at three-thirty in the morning. I love that we are already talking about putting the dock in here at the cottage, even though there is no way of going out into that water to pound posts. I love that we had a plan last year that involved a wet suit and someone on the floating dock with a post pounder that worked really well, but the wet suit only fits one of us and not the one who has been weakened by meds and health. I love that we will get it in no matter what happens to me afterward … just not this weekend.
Today I love how fun words can be when they suddenly reveal some of their oddness, like the fact that I might be weakened by the weekend, that one snuck up on me. I love that the lawn at home should be embarrassing us but we aren’t embarrassed because we’re trying to leave it be long enough to get the pollinators through the month of May. I love that the lawn here at the cottage is not yet to the point where it would embarrass us.
Today I love drinking coffee and watching the show on the framed view of the lake where sometimes birds glide by, but never when I have my camera out.