Wednesday, September 03, 2008

High Country

High Country
Day One

Dear Diary

We got in yesterday a little later than we had hoped, and a lot sooner than we expected. Such is life when packing for a family of four and a giant dog.
Last night we were able to unpack and stretch our legs a bit by taking a walk down to the lake. Though it looks close, it’s actually a five minute walk or better.
It’s so quiet here.
The kind of quiet where the chipmunks and squirrels can be heard chattering long after they can be seen.
The kind of quiet that if you raise your voice just a little the neighbor all the way at the end of the road can hear you perfectly.
The kind of quiet that the Merry Little Breezes just begin to swirl and the aspens’ gems are sent spinning and rustling.

Last night Grandma and Grandpa made their way over to our cabin, and invited the children to come see where they “live”.
They offered us hotdogs, conversation, and a warm, roaring fire. A great first evening, to be sure.

When we came back home, Trev and I read several chapters of Old Mother West Wind, while Madeleine painted family portraits.

Soon enough we were snuggling into our beds – til Daddy went back outside to enjoy his fire – at which time the children bravely (and eagerly!) bailed out of bed and went back outside – I could hear them talking of the stars and constellations.
From my toasty warm bed inside.

It’s morning, now.
The sun is just rising over the mountain.
I’ve had my favorite cold weather treat of milky chocolate and vanilla coffee.
Trevelyn has already grabbed the binoculars and been to the lake front to try to spot the Moon Lake Monster.
His Daddy has gathered firewood for tonight’s fire celebration, and is rhythmically sawing to and fro.
The baby is just rising and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

So begins Day Two.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds lovely:) Damek used to love 'Old Mother West Wind', I can't even begin to count how many times we read that book. What a great place to read it.


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