I am finally in my room in the lodge that is serendipitously called Agape...and I think everything is going to fit in just fine. I need a couple large stones to serve as bookends. I need to get the leaves on my bodhi lights unfurled. The tails on my wind sock hanging on the door are slowly uncrumpling...and I am coming to you via living off the crumbs that fall from the entitled man's table...Wi-Fi Agape by virtue of the fact that the IT Person, the Business Manager, and her husband, a Manager, all reside here...and they all like to "work from home." Hence, Agape is wireless and that capability includes the service for those of us who are mere minions and also live here.
The only disappointment that I have with my room is that the view is somewhat less than I had envisioned. I had never been inside the room until its former occupant left. Because it situated on the high part of Holden and because it faces the beautifully situated peaks of Buckskin, Copper, and Dumbell, I had thought the view would be "something to write home about." Well, I guess I am writing home about it, but what I actually see from my windows is almost solely the underside of the roof of the front porch to the lodge. Just off to the left side of my left window...if I get down low and look up...I can see a piece of the panorama that is a wonder, but just a piece.
I can, however, determine the day's weather before I venture outside, and from what I have seen, it would be my guess that this will be another (we have already had 3-in-a-row) perfect day. When I say perfect, I mean perfect...if you like sunshine, blue skies, white puffy clouds, warm temperatures...those few of us who are rain lovers and lovers of the fogs and the mists and the chills, we will have to acquiesce on a day like today and just revel in the glory of what we sometimes have to put up with. And glorious it is. I intend not to content myself with the view to the left side of my left hand window and instead to get out in it, fill my lungs with some sweet mountain air.
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Oh dear - snow!!! In June!!! It sounds just beautiful up there. All is well here. We hear very little from outside what with the hum of air conditioners and lawn mowers. Everything verdant and lovely. The gardenias are just about finished blooming. This was the time of early summer when Miss Maggie used to come over every few days bearing a stubby stemmed gardenia and announcing, "last one!" But it seemed like there was always another to be found on the bush. I think I enjoy those little shriveled latecomers the most.
I have lately developed a terrible craving for some of that deadly rich cooked custard ice cream she made. It took some serious brass to cook those expensive ingredients just to the edge of curdling, and last time I tried, I was a little short on brass and had to toss the whole mess. I think I will try again this year once the peaches come in.
I so enjoy reading the blog. Not quite the same as talking over the fence, but it's great to hear from you.
Lots of love,
Susan
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