I feel like this post is a million years late, but then again, this blog has no schedule, so here we are! Trae and I went to Cumberland a few weeks ago and invited some friends down, our first vacation this year, and it was glorious. I wrote a little while we were down there, and I'll excerpt some here.
Cumberland. Day 6.
The house feels empty without the buzz of little children across the old wood floors. Fewer questions, more reading. I'm so far deep into The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt that yesterday I read over 250 pages. Every morning, Trae rises and makes coffee, brings it to me up here in the room. I've made it a point to be blissfully disconnected from social media. It has been SO nice.
Cumberland. Day 8.
I just finished The Goldfinch, and I've got that deep aimless feeling you get after reading a good book -- a gnawing hole where a narrative once was. So, I'm sketching pine cones. Trae and I woke early and drove to the south end to look for sharks teeth this morning, but the tide was already too high. We made plans to fish tonight - we caught a trout last night and several almost-bass (they all got off!). We went on a walk, drew up greenhouse plans. And we're passing our final afternoon peacefully, while the yellow warblers purr and the northern parulas whizz and the red-winged blackbirds whistle, on a hot day and a high marsh.