Just a few leaves tossed by the current into a small pool as the water continues to gurgle passed. It can be hard to just sit and watch the activity going by, feeling as if you are stuck. It can be just as hard to be swept away with no control and see the calmness at the edges. Each can give a false sense of reality.
I am trying to summon up the energy to get up and moving this morning. At the moment I feel anchored in place, tugging gently at the line, but not quite able to get in motion. The sun is bright and the breeze is fresh so I know I will get underway soon. It is just right now, at this moment I am content to rock gently in place and think about it. These boats are ones used to take tours along the canals along the mills. The summer being over they will see fewer and fewer groups during the week, then the weekend numbers will slow and the tours will be done for the year. But at the moment they too are awaiting the moment to get in motion. I have to get out and see what is up, my new schedule has kept me from hitting the streets to get pictures, so today being a free and clear day is the day. I have a show to visit before it closes tomorrow, and streets to meander down. This will probably require a snack first to fuel me on my way, and a few more moments of contemplating the whole adventure of getting back out and about. Then I will be off and underway to see what I will see.
My wisteria didn’t bloom again this summer, but it has healthy and vigorous tendrils that I try to contain. The bench below it has managed to remain free of the growth and makes a lovely, shady place to sit. But carefully…as it is an old bench more for decoration than use. I am trying to take hold of each of these quickly vanishing summer days by eating breakfast outside every chance I get, and dinner and lunch too! I feel as if there are too many things to try to see, enjoy and generally take in each week, and it becomes a matter of being reasonable about what to choose. It is too easy to be so torn between options that time makes the decision and nothing ends up being chosen. Yet some summer days are meant for lolling and just enjoying the fact that they are…