a top a hill

I am sitting at sarah's house, outside at her little square glass top patio table with the umbrella, shading me from the sun peeking through a camouflage of oak tree leaves. only earlier, barely a speck of sun light could stream through, with small glints, beaming through, leaving spots on the moss covered ground, and large stones on the hill side.
early before she would go down to her shop, she knocked on my coach door, sitting atop of her steep drive, to join her over a cup of coffee, as she baked some bread, for the spaghetti i'm cooking today, at a real stove! and then some giant cookies with pecans, and swapped stories, we r all over the place in conversation, no where near on task, then pick up again, and some how in and hours plus time tell ten stories, in broken up pieces to, to conclude all.

like in any country farm house we all have chores and mine today is clean the kitchen, and cook up the meal, she and michael so look forward to, as she bakes but doesn't cook as much. i look forward to using the ample counter space, and a large sink. as i look around the dark room and fire place right out of a century ago, like being in a living museum, and living in the moment. somewhere back in time, and i am so there, the crew content, legos new to discover, and peace for my reader to read. and lap up the sounds of buzzing insects in the trees high above.

hand made wooden bird houses hang on the back side of the house where i sit and write, and one sits on a rock near the moss waiting for the fairies to move in, and if u do believe in fairies, as i do, believe in fairies, they must undoubtedly live here.

i am in heaven, peaceful, no stupid shit running around in my head, but confident all is fine, for the moment, even through our discussion, we all realize that money is tight and yet we r provided for, like a miracle each day, week and month, just praying we can hang on to what we have, wanting more maybe, but realizing that hanging in there needs to be enough. and at that a struggle, is anyone not struggling. leaves little time to soak in the beauty of the day, the sound of our loved ones voice on the phone, the sun on our shoulders, and a breeze up our skirt!!

well todays as good as any to remind ourselves, life is what we make of it, today citi bank can step up there calls and i will ignore them once again. i'm cooking.. with joy.. and making plans in my head for tomorrow.. god willing we are blessed with another day to rejoice.

smiling as i look up to this stone staircase aside the house that seems to go no where, if not to heaven itself.

i love u all thanks for reading, and hope u see what i see.. love

andrea and crew