I thought it about time I dug out from under ceiling texture, drywall powder, and sawdust to say hello to y’all.
Basically, I just missed you. Have I told you lately that I love you? (Thank you, Rod Stewart.)
As you may know, I took a blog break this summer, mostly due to our family’s move from our city house to our country house. And while we’re all moved into our new (to us) home, we’re still under construction for the master bedroom/bath addition. (Tip: Anytime someone gives you a construction time estimate, add a couple months and multiply it by 2. I know of what I speak.)
This is my future office. Isn’t it dreamy? *eye roll emoji* Alas, it will be someday! In the meantime, there’s plenty to enjoy at our new place, like this little corner of our covered porch.
We have an open meadow next to our house, and in an unassuming corner of it we placed a bench. When my sons and I plopped it down under an open-armed pine, I thought we were setting it in the middle of nowhere. But the more I sit on that bench, the more I realize it’s in the middle of everything.
I wish you could sit on it with me and hear the wind through the decades-old pine trees. The sound breaks the quiet in the most whisper-gentle way. The wind rises and catch the pine branches, and the sound crescendos and decrescendos in one long, smooth pattern. I suppose it’s the sea shore’s equal to the reassuring sound of the steady surf.
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That sound has become the metronome of our days, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. As one who grew up in the country then lived for over 20 years in big cities (or a tiny island) in everything from an apartment to a condo to on-base duplexes to suburban homes, this place is very much like coming home.
We have yet to meet any of our neighbors. I had hoped one or two of them would saunter up our front walk and introduce themselves, especially since one or two of them have girls my daughter’s age. Alas, no such thing has happened. The other day I told Faith, after she asked for the 46th time when we were going to meet our neighbors, that I thought we were going to have to introduce ourselves to them first.
Truth is I think they ought to go first. For cryin’ out loud, we are the new people! But as this move is far from my first rodeo, I know that if you want to meet the folks around you, sometimes you must (as my daddy used to say) take the bull by the horns and initiate an introduction. Besides, there could be all kinds of good reasons as to why they haven’t yet introduced themselves to us. And really it doesn’t matter. The end result is basically the same no matter who walks up whose driveway first.
Speaking of friends, I have a post on friendship at (in)courage today. It’s for all of us who’ve suddenly and surprisingly found ourselves in a new friendship season. It’s for those who are waiting on God at a particularly lonely time and need a word of encouragement during the wait.
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For now, I better say goodbye as I have a date with my man to pick out tile for our new bathroom floor and shower (fun!) as well as a date with the broom to sweep out all the cobwebs that pop up every night (not so fun). It’s been good to meet you here, friends. Let me know how your summer was and what’s up in your neck of the woods? Much love, dear ones!