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WaterViper of Bloom
Jun. 1st, 2024 10:16 pmAnother beautiful day, though not quite as glitchless. We got coffee and pastries at the bookstore, and went out to river to have our breakfast. Yesterday, we had a blueberry turnover that we shared. It was so sublime that I commented to the Sparrowhawk that it was like passing a bong back and forth--the blueberry bong. Not that either of us ever passed the bong on the regular, but we were children of the sixties and you can't avoid occasionally taking part for politeness' sake. Today the turnover was mixed berries, and even better, if such a thing could be. Both of us had thought of taking the path by the lost lakes. It's always beautiful, and there's not very much up and down, which I thought would make a nice change for the Sparrowhawk. He had such a good day yesterday that I thought it might be that way again, but no. We made our way very slowly, with a lot of sitting down.
That was just fine. The sky had clouded over, and the wind was soft and cool. Between the ruffling of the water and the whisper of the leaves, still in their morning coats of freshest green, every prospect pleases and it's no displeasure to sit and contemplate. But eventually movement was so slow and took so much heroic effort that we headed back, and then the boardwalk I thought would be easy to walk on turned out to be rather difficult because his hiking pole kept getting stuck in the cracks! Rain was predicted, but they kept changing the moment when it was supposed to arrive. It came at 3, and we reached the car just in the nick of time. We'd made a plan to spend some time in the bookstore if it rained, and then go to church, but I strongly suggested that we go right back to our room instead, so the Sparrowhawk could stretch out and really get rested. In the end, we didn't go anywhere. I took a shower and he took a nap, and then we had an early supper at the ice cream restaurant, and came back and rested up some more.
We sat on the veranda for awhile, watching the rain and listening to the water plash and chuckle. When it got too cold, we came inside, put on sweaters, and listened to Baroque music on the iPad, chatted, and read. When it stopped raining, we went out on the porch again and enjoyed the freshly washed air, and watched the boats coming in, and made up stories for all the people passing by. Eventually the sun burned through the slate-colored clouds like a magnifying glass burning through a sheet of paper, and clouds broke up into an amazing skyscape, until the sun finally fell behind them and all descended into the evening grey.
That was just fine. The sky had clouded over, and the wind was soft and cool. Between the ruffling of the water and the whisper of the leaves, still in their morning coats of freshest green, every prospect pleases and it's no displeasure to sit and contemplate. But eventually movement was so slow and took so much heroic effort that we headed back, and then the boardwalk I thought would be easy to walk on turned out to be rather difficult because his hiking pole kept getting stuck in the cracks! Rain was predicted, but they kept changing the moment when it was supposed to arrive. It came at 3, and we reached the car just in the nick of time. We'd made a plan to spend some time in the bookstore if it rained, and then go to church, but I strongly suggested that we go right back to our room instead, so the Sparrowhawk could stretch out and really get rested. In the end, we didn't go anywhere. I took a shower and he took a nap, and then we had an early supper at the ice cream restaurant, and came back and rested up some more.
We sat on the veranda for awhile, watching the rain and listening to the water plash and chuckle. When it got too cold, we came inside, put on sweaters, and listened to Baroque music on the iPad, chatted, and read. When it stopped raining, we went out on the porch again and enjoyed the freshly washed air, and watched the boats coming in, and made up stories for all the people passing by. Eventually the sun burned through the slate-colored clouds like a magnifying glass burning through a sheet of paper, and clouds broke up into an amazing skyscape, until the sun finally fell behind them and all descended into the evening grey.
