Monday evening of Labor Day, we could positively FEEL the shift of air and energy as the entire country grabbed every last BIT before the official end of summer. In the park we look out on, there was SERIOUS barbecue action, music, dancing, LIFE going on. We spent the day hanging on the terrace reflecting on our three-week stay-cation that turned out way different than we had imagined.
If we had to make a list, we’d say it would be 50-50 sublime pleasures — long lunches at wonderful restaurants, wandering without a schedule, hanging out with friends, catching up on projects we’ve long put aside — and difficulties that demanded attention —a mysterious vibration that shakes us awake in the middle of the night (wait till we report on our wild machinations to solve THAT problem), and the reality sandwiches of running a website in a fiercely competitive virtual frontier.
We realize ow that no matter what we did for our summer vacation, or where we went, this would be the big lesson:
Moon, plum blossoms,
and the day goes.
Written by the Japanese poet Issa in the 18th century, this little poem echoes and echoes and echoes, and gives us the perspective we need as time flew and so much we wanted to do didn’t get done, and so much unexpected did.
Stay tuned for our pilot-light tomato experiments…
With thanks to Holton Rower for the parachute picture find!