Everything seems more peaceful this time, inside and out. I'm not sure if it is the place, or me.
The natural landscape to residential buildings ratio is the reverse of what I am used to seeing. As I sit here, in the tiny loft style bedroom, I look out the window at rolling straw colored hills and dark green trees swaying in the breeze. The sky is pure blue today, not a cloud in sight. A horse strolls past every so often and the birds sing with gusto.
When we lounge in the living room I often sit in the chair above, Chris calls it my throne. He stretches out on the sofa.
There are bees and hummingbirds darting about our little yard. We even managed to grill over charcoal in a sturdy Weber grill. This is not something we do often. We opened a nice bottle of wine. Chris prepped vegetables. I was the Grill Master. And eventually, we ate outside.
One morning we took a nice drive to the coast, ate huevos rancheros, and then perched upon some rocks to look out at the ocean. It was so soothing we almost fell asleep.
Visiting our favorite trail, we spotted a large orange and black snake, a small brown and yellow snake, and a little burrow filled with the sweetest baby mice. Hopefully the snakes will not meet the mice, but I know these things do happen.
The weekends are busier with tourists, but the weekdays are slow and easy. There is no line for coffee or the post office, the bread is fabulous, and I've discovered a cafe with a very nice BLT.
Today we ate breakfast on a chilly front porch and listened to the neighboring chickens start their day.
Working in the same space is new for us. We are finding our rhythms and feeling lucky to have planted ourselves in these inspiring surroundings. Where you are does make a difference.
I'm considering a Sky Scarf.
All of our seeds are in the ground, a few starts too. Now we wait.