Wednesday, May 25, 2011
If I've learned one thing in my 40th year it's that life is not a race to be run as quickly as possible. I've learned to slow down a bit, and enjoy what each day has to offer. It seems as though we've moved to a tropical rain forest, or at the very least the Pacific northwest, with all of the precipitation that has fallen in the last few months. We can scarcely get a day in without a thunderstorm. While my beloved frets about gardens getting planted, grass being mown, and the like, I'm enjoying the slower pace that the rain allows.
All of a sudden there's plenty of time for settling into the rocking chair with a bit of hand-piecing and viewing episode after episode of Lark Rise to Candleford with Abigail.
I've missed hanging laundry on the line, but I must say that some days the rain, and the slower pace it offers, are down right cozy.