summer

a vine that grows up the south east side of this old brick house

Early morning dappled sun. At this time in the summer the vine has made a beautiful curtain of green for my bedroom window and during the daylight hours it is alive with the hum of bees.

Yesterday felt a bit like a vacation day except we barely left the house, with the exception of our normal scheduled morning and early evening walks, the latter in the opposite direction we would normally go because we were avoiding the throngs, the park, and all the harbour busyness. I'm not much of a people person, although I'll admit I can put on a pretty convincing act and I do fool a lot of people. Miss D on the other hand is most definitely not a people person and in fact she has some serious kidnapping phobias.

She appears convinced that any person(s) or vehicle walking or driving behind us - will surely try to take her from me. They might just squeal on the brakes, snatch her up and drive away (or similarly run suddenly up behind us and do the same thing). So we must stop often to let all would-be kidnappers pass us by - while Missy D stares them down tail always tucked between her legs and I explain to those kidnappers, most just out for a stroll, that this is Winnie and she doesn't like people walking behind her. A few of the regular walkers in this village that we meet often actually know now to adjust their route or to speed up a little and pass us - tres accommodating are they. I'm convinced, in that first miserable year of her life she likely was grabbed on occasion perhaps after making a few well planned escapes from her deplorable conditions. And in the time that she's lived with me, some 9 years now, she has become increasingly afraid of being nabbed, snatched and/or kidnapped. Mama's afraid of making a wrong decision in life (like say ... moving) and my girl's afraid of being kidnapped. I think she and I should camp out in the tall grass, sip ice tea and write us some Thrillers.




So we walked around the back way, up and around the streets of this little village and finally over to the big expanse of green lush lawn that we often sit on overlooking the harbour and far away from the maddening crowds (and potential kidnappers) of yesterday. We sat gazing out over the sparkling water dotted with boats of all varieties, up into a blue near cloudless sky filled with gulls and we listened to the music being played on the stage in the park. Miss D had a lovely long roll and rub in the newly mowed grass and we basked in the sun , sitting on the hill for awhile - just me & my girl Winnie Dixon.

I did houseclean yesterday in my ever slow, inefficient and haphazard way and gradually over many, many hours. Dust bunnies were sucked up, bedding was changed, laundry done, a tiny bit of polish and tad of spit was had. Piles of things were de-piled and put away. Putter cleaning I call it. I still have a few more things to do today - I'll finish a bit of tidying in my office, some more laundry hung on the line and my refrigerator tidied. I'm a bit obsessive about a tidy fridge.

Today more sunshine & blue sky, music, heat & humidity, the smell of chips and grilled sausages, more throngs of people and a harbour chock full of boats -
it's summer in this little seaside village.