Sunday morning. I sit at my desk, looking out on the back yard. The bird feeders are filled and soon birds will come to stuff themselves. Not bright spring birds, dressed in orange, yellow, red and pink courting plumage, but little brown and black birds, preparing for the winter. Sometimes screaming electric blue Steller Jays swoop down and scare them off for a few minutes. But they need to eat. They perch in the big spreading alder, less dense now because the lawn is strewn with fallen leaves. They wait for the marauding jays to have their fill, begin to fight amongst themselves and fly away in a rage.
In the garden I’m struggling against the biological imperative of the flowers to make seed. I’m losing the battle. Even if I dead-head every day they slip in a few seed pods. They begin to take on their sleeping look: brown leaves, withered stalks.
Life is in transition inside the house as well as out. Soon the new bathroom will begin to look like a bathroom instead of a construction site.
When it does we will move our bed downstairs from the loft. I told Jerry we should sleep upstairs sometimes, just because I like being up in the treetops. But downstairs is a lot more convenient.
Daughter number 2, Clare, and her husband, Jason, are staying with us. They are in our rental apartment that is the other half of our house. When I bought this place 10 years ago it was a little duplex in the woods, the only duplex on the island. Since then we have modernized the back unit where we live and about doubled its size, but the other unit is as it always was.
Clare and Jason are with us while they wait for visas to go to China. There they will teach English to Chinese business people. Both of them are in divinity school, but are taking a year off. They have just returned from the Republic of Georgia where they have been working to help people displaced by the conflict with Russia. Some of their experiences in Georgia can be found on the IRD blog (on my blogroll).
In 2 weeks we begin drydock. That’s 3 weeks in September when the car ferry to the island goes to Seattle to be rejuvinated. There’s a foot ferry, we keep a car on the mainland, and trundle necessities across. It’s best to lay in supplies and bring all the heavy stuff over before drydock begins.
About the time Clare and Jason go off to China daughter number 1 will arrive from England. Then Jerry and I will set out for Alaska to look after our house.
When we’ve done that we plan to travel to New Zealand. And, by gosh, when that trip ends it’ll just about be Christmas!
Lazy summer days will soon be over. The season will change. The sun will move south. The leaves will fall.
The north wind doth blow,
We shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,