Much as I love to travel, there are certain times I just
want to be at home, nestled—or nested—in.
My rituals this time of year include making sure there’s cold tea in the
refrigerator, berries in a painted bowl, tomatoes and haricots verts handy for salads, and a little fish to grill;
watering the lime tree and my new Japanese eggplant and herb plants while it’s cool
in the patio; pulling out favorite old jeans and my Thoreau Sauntering Society
t-shirt; finding a good book for summer reading (such as The Wisdom of Donkeys); settling down to write in a shady outdoor corner
or gently sun-dappled room; eating supper outdoors to accompanying birdsong.
Nesting is a bit more hectic among the finches, who are
busily all morning pulling stuffing out of the arms of the easychair on the
patio, thinking it a terrific find.
At least they’re not building their nest behind the washing machine this
year, bless them, where last year having to politely avoid going near the nursery was a continual nuisance!
Image:
Christie B. Cochrell, Backyard
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You really do live in a very Virgilian place.
ReplyDeleteBut I still prefer hot tea to cold tea, no matter how warm it is outside...
It's funny—I'm exactly the opposite with tea, no matter how cold it is! Taste is a strange thing.
ReplyDeleteAnd I remember a comical exchange that almost resulted in an international incident, many years ago in Greece in July. We were in line somewhere like Delphi at a refreshment stand, and while I was thrilled to see that they were actually serving ICE in the drinks, which promised to be quite heavenly, the Italian ahead of me started yelling at the person serving, saying that he'd been cheated out of all that liquid, because of the stupid ice taking up space...