I keep trying to finish my several half-written blog posts.
But then I look out my front yard:
And I find myself unable to unpack another box, much less sit down in front of my computer.
So I take the kids to the park:
Sometimes I head downtown and go to the park by the river:
And, well, once I’m there I can’t help but explore a little:
And maybe even walk along the river a bit:
Slowly but surely, we’re getting there.
I even found a new friend while trimming back the ivy:
Is that, or is that not the creepiest root you’ve ever seen?
I’ve decided he can stay. I’ve named him Siegfried, and he’s now the official guardian of the wall.
I’m not the only one who found a friend. The DragonMonkey found a caterpillar while we were out trying to reclaim our property, and became immediately enthralled.
He named him Green. “Gween the Caterpiwder”. He played with him for well over an hour, trying to feed him leaves, giving him kisses, and singing him songs. According to him, Gween was his “fwiend”, and “I wuv my fwiend.” It took a pretty good song and dance on our part to convince him to release him back into the wild. We have got to get that boy a bug cage.
Speaking of fun things to do, when the boys get a little older I think I’m going to spend a summer working on a treehouse. There are the remains of an abandoned one in the tree in my front yard, and every time I look at it I get ideas:
Can you see why I’m having trouble going back inside?
Even when I do make it inside it’s hard to stay focused.
Take a look at the view from my bathroom window:
Seriously— that is the exact view from my bathroom window. I know that because I took it with my camera phone as I
was sitting on the toilet going pee sat quietly in my bathroom and pondered how elegant and feminine I am.
Of course, I don’t spend all my time out exploring or working in the yard.
Sometimes I just sit on my front porch:
I have the world’s most incredible front porch. If it weren’t for the Oregon mosquitoes which seem to think that I am the tastiest little morsel in the universe, I would drag my bed out onto the porch and just live there. The photos on the internet showed a tiny, bland little porch – boy, was I surprised. The porch is much larger than it appeared at first glance, the railing fits my heiny perfectly.
I know it’s the middle of summer and that the weather is great and that I’m seeing Portland at its best, I can’t get over just how much I’ve fallen in love with this state when I haven’t even been here a week. There is just so much to see, and so many places to explore. When I open my front door I can smell green things growing, and rich soil, and clean, fresh air.
I can feel my blood pressure even out, and my pulse drop, and the knots in my neck relax.
We’re drawing up the plans for a chicken coop for the backyard, and on Saturday (weather permitting) I get to drive out and visit Scandia Morgan Horse farm.
Man, I love this state.