Even if nothing in my life had gone right until the last few days, they would have BEEN ENOUGH. That’s how awesome it’s been to once again have the doors open, rising early, working in the garden, taking life at a reasonable pace and feeling my muscles ache a bit at the end of each day. My dream life.
The light was astonishing all day.
The sky was so blue behind the white fluffy clouds, and sometimes it was warm and sometimes it was sweatshirt cool and sometimes I forgot everything, especially myself, as I just existed in it, raking, twining, pimping.
It was a painter’s light. I was inspired by the paintings I saw last night and I really see no reason I shouldn’t paint if I feel like it. I guess I’ll start with myself and head on from there. The light was so pretty that I took a photo to work from. (Oh, and I have actually grown some hair back, it was just in pigtails. It’s not nearly long enough again yet though.)
I’m in pretty good shape for the book mailing- I have a few days of work entering boatloads of names into our database that Kat Oliva built and started off, but all of the Swag is Bagged and almost all of the postcards are in.
Just waiting for books….