It's just beautiful outside this evening. Balmy, still, only the sound of a tiny shorebreak down at the rocks. Beetles clicking in the milkwoods, a pair of night herons giving their distinctive call as they fly down to the lighthouse for a night of foraging. Bright Venus glowing red on the hazy horizon, flickering like a candle flame before disappearing from view. Orion rampant in the sky, chasing after Taurus the bull, with the Gemini twins following. Satellites criss-cross the darkness, eyes in the sky.
All this a far cry from the business of the day - up and down ladders and scaffolding, sanding, grinding, sawing, painting, moving years of stored wood from one place to another, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.
We should all come out of lockdown fit and trim (as long as I don't keep on making three meals a day with tea and biscuits in between), as my Fitbit indicates plenty of exercise and we are all asleep by 9pm. Whether we will still be talking to each other remains to be seen. There is already some doubt as to whether the makeover of the exterior will even be completed in the stipulated time. Who knows? Maybe we will just take a holiday and read a book, or paint on a canvas, or just lie on the bricks looking up at the sky through the last remaining leaves on the tree. I hope so.
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| A late-flowering George lily surprised me today. Mom saying hello. |
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| The sea like a mirror after yesterday's huge waves. Kelp peeking out above surface. |
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| Sunset behind the milkwood |
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