It was a beautiful, warm summer day, with hardly a cloud in the sky. I spent time on the back deck, watching birds with Rebecca while she worked. I have enjoyed having her here, sharing thoughts and ideas, reconnecting after several years away from home.
I am finding myself stronger each day, and able to do one more thing, as long as it’s not too strenuous. Today my accomplishment was to cut up eight cups of rhubarb for freezing. I sat at the picnic table with Rebecca, chopping away. George took some stalks before I assigned them to a freezer bag, and made a rhubarb pie.
This evening I asked for a drive in the country, and up to Harris Hill. Summer will be too soon over, and I enjoy looking down on the Chemung River from up above, watching the sun set, and the birds flit about. Rebecca went out for the evening too, to visit friends. We’ve all felt cooped up this past week, and I’m ready to spread my wings a little and get back out into the world, though slowly and safely. Summer is too short to spend it confined.