Early days of here sometimes feel like another lifetime ago for me. I'm so grateful I write in many forms, and that either I, or others, hang on to much of what I've written over the years. Interestingly, we have done a very good job of safeguarding our story of here in ways that easily bring it back to life for me.
With the warmer temps and days of more sunshine, I find myself out on the property. Sometimes I have particular jobs in mind.
Others, I just wander around in my overalls and work gloves with my pruner(s) in my hand. (And yes, Dad...sometimes I even have a hammer in the hammer pocket of my overalls.)
Last week, I was out at the point with the new manual lawnmower. I inspected the work on the tracks down there. I usually cut past the opening in the wall in the photo above.
As I sat there, I remembered a night on the point when I sat right there drinking Pastis and looking at my beautiful place with the lights on. I wrote to Mom and Dad about it. I have an excerpt for you here:
There's nothing like sitting out in the dark at the break in the train wall, basking in the lighted glow of the house, while you nibble on swiss cheese and salami and wash it down with pastis!
It's fun when I find my memories are even more detailed and fun than what I might have written!
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