Just sitting out on the deck in the morning light. A five mile an hour wind is blowing from the SW. Our daughter and family should be back home by now after an all night flight to the East Coast. The washer and dryer are making their particular noises. A car goes by. I’d forgotten how much noise and commotion two year old can generate. He’s a cute little guy though, busy trying to figure out the next thing. But it is quiet now.

My Rebecca is reading me a book, A Man Named Ove, I don’t know exactly why. I mean it is not uncommon for her to read to me but I’m not sure about this particular book. I am supposed to learn something maybe. The protagonist is a troubled soul and he can’t seem to escape himself. His mind is wrapped around the axle as they say, you just want to put him out of his misery, well I do. Maybe that’s the wrong attitude. Maybe I am supposed to feel I am glad that I am not that guy.

I find it very freeing to be out in nature to be able to be outside my myself there. That is what I am feeling right now sitting here listening and looking out. So great to be able to give myself a break.

A bevy of cars go by, ferry traffic. But what I am seeing out here in the distance is the fecundity in the plant world right now. The hawthorn, pear and apple trees are so loaded with fruit that they are sagging and look distorted. This is the time of year when main branches break and whole trees can be destroyed by their own success. A lesson here maybe.

Well, have to get back to the clean up, rounding up toys, putting the guest room back together, getting ready for the next guests. You will have to come some time. Be good to one another, love, Felipe.