Thursday, September 11, 2014

A Summer Place. . . .

All is going well here, but between classes and meetings and markings and early-morning runs and collapsing in front of Homeland or The Good Wife at the end of the day . . .
Not much energy left for blogging.
Might do better this weekend, except that Daughter, New Baby, and New Baby's Daddy are all coming over for a visit (Daughter and New Baby will still on into next week so we can spoil them while Daddy heads back to work). Life is lovely and busy -- I know, I'm repeating myself, but it is. So busy. . .
























No wonder, then, I'm remembering summer days on the beach and dreaming about a little hideaway . . . Ah, summer. . . . You were so fleeting . . .
Architectural escape-dream inspiration courtesy, of course, of my clever granddaughter. Remember the richness of your childhood play? When the simplest findings supplied an elaborate imagination with whole worlds? Driftwood furnished a home. . . .Watching her play reminded me of how satisfying simplicity can be, and looking at these photos helps me keep that knowledge close. Perhaps they might do something similar for you, or at least amuse. . . She spent many happy hours putting her house together and playing in it. . . 


17 comments:

  1. Oh yes, like you, I found summer altogether too short, though I know it was just too packed with activity and therefor flew by. I hold onto memories of the July visit from our little grandsons and look at the balls, still in the ponds (thrown in as a goodbye) and the wagon still behind the woodshed. If I lived near you I might be tempted to crawl into that lovely little driftwood hut with a blanket and pillow to nap for an hour or so.
    These first weeks back must so over-full. Breath in and breath out. Repeat. All will be well, but I am afraid that all will be busy for some time to come!

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    1. I love those little reminders of grandchildren's visits -- soon those will be left in your new home. . . .you must be concentrating on your breath right now as well. Take care with the move!

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  2. The beach house is a delightful structure, well crafted and it does look inviting.
    Like Pondside mentioned I would like to crawl in and perhaps take a nap.
    You lead a very full and busy life. I think you like to have family around as the wee ones are very near and dear to your heart.
    Even though I am retired I keep busy....I don't think idleness is my style!

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    1. Ah, the pleasures of a nap!
      You do seem contentedly busy in your retirement -- you've made that adjustment really well.

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  3. I love the window.

    And with 4 kids who live nearby, all entering the age of procreation, I suspect you will be able to furnish a city by the time you're done! Fun, but sometimes tiring, no?

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    1. Yes, it's all astonishing! And there will be more within a year . . .

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  4. This being BC where housing prices are sky-high, I think your granddaughter is EXTRA clever. She could sell that cute little beach house for millions!

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    1. This is true! Hmmmmm, a realtor or developer in the making?

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  5. Summer's end means more busyness all round, it seems. School starting certainly keeps you occupied, and a new grandchild and a growing family adds to the number of plates you spin. Perhaps your granddaughter will study architecture. The results of unstructured play are so amazing.

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    1. That's much of what the beach house represents for me, Lorrie, the lovely results of unstructured play. . . . I need some more of that for me, truth be told!

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  6. What fun it is to build a fort. Your happy chairs look inviting. Have you noticed that we are losing that light early morning time? With class preparation and the visitors, you lead an active life. It will be a joy to spend time with the new baby.

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    1. Yes, mornings are coming later, evenings darken much earlier. . .

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  7. What a lovely picture at the end of a tough day. Just started classes and had to fly to my father's side after he fell and suffered a TBI. Trying to grade papers in the hospital while making plans for further care. How wonderful to think about small people and a beach house instead.
    Lynn

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    1. I'm so sorry, Lynn. Brain injuries are so scary. Your next days will be full, and I wish you strength and support to get through them. Take care.

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  8. This brings back memories of childhood "building" of my own. My friends and I were always building forts, playhouses, schools etc They took hours of cooperation between 3 or 4 of us (good learning experience there...says the older teacher-me) and once done we would crawl in...look at each other and think...what now. More building!

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    1. I suppose there is something rather atavistic about this early desire to build shelter. Might be why it's so very satisfying, meeting such an elemental need.

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  9. I too love the window, and the hours of bliss, both imagined and remembered. Thank you for this.

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