My first burst of sunlight was T's return from California on Wednesday. J had been out there with her for her last few days in LA, so I experienced my longest stretch ever living in an empty house (empty of humans, anyway). So wonderful to have T's friendly face around again. I have to share some non-sunrise photos of our beautiful hike up Gorham Mtn in Acadia National Park on Friday.
It was a gray Easter weekend up here in Maine. There was little sun, even some spits of snow and drizzle. J was working. T planned to leave town Saturday afternoon to visit friends and meet up with her three siblings in Boston (or so she said). I figured I'd try and get a bunch of work done. Whatever.
Then on Saturday morning - next burst of sunlight: the three other siblings walked through the door. Our four birdies were back in the nest!
I can't think of a greater surprise. Happy mommy.
There's the whole gang out walking. Isn't it strange? To a passing stranger, it's just a group of walkers that you might not look twice at. To me, it's my whole world.
We are a talky family. We spent hours just hanging around the dinner table, or by the fire, or out walking, or playing games, and just talking about stuff - movies, politics, education, music, NPR podcasts, family, and telling stories.
Somehow, I think some of the best times are when everyone is just working or reading or playing the piano on their own - sharing space. It is peaceful. All is right with the world.
First departure was at dawn this morning. Another gray day, but with light in the heart.