Home Sweet Home
This summer has been very different from our past summers. It's been cozier and homier. There has been a lot to do and it's getting done but keeps us close to home more than before but, the best weekends have been at home and not at the beach. It's all about the backyard. There is something hugely satisfying in enjoying your own hard work. The backyard was one of our projects this year and has been nothing but hard work.
Saturday and Sunday mornings are so blissful. They begin cool and quiet and even when the day turns and becomes a positively mean 100 degrees, we would have already enjoyed enough hours of relaxation and found some unexpected edification. I have been surprised with the results, feeling as if I've returned from a vacation. My job has become increasingly stressful (and continues to each week-blehk) and I don't deal with stress well. Being able to feel as though I am worlds away from the work week and office every weekend has been an unexpected treat. In fact, the times we've left town for weekend getaways has been more work than rest and we return wanting an extra day to recover. Still planning the big vacation voyage but in the meantime it's nice having sanctuary so close.
I read about home retreats once in some magazine in some waiting room and thought: PFFFT yeah right. It mentioned personal Shangri La and backyard retreats. When I returned indoors this morning, back from Our Own Backyard, I was reminded of that article. Wm and I agreed that we stumbled upon something unexpectedly cool this year. My friend has found similar bliss at her new house. Equipped with a dream kitchen and sitting on one acre, she has found her Shangri La. Visiting her and being treated to her tres yummy creations from her very own chef's kitchen has been enjoyable. It's happy food.
I recently read this sort of blissful discovery of one's backyard and happiness in one's home is called a staycation. Are you serious? What about home sweet home? That's been around forever.
This weekend I also caught a short documentary on New Zealand and sustainability. They showcased people who lived off their land and made a living from it. NZ was tres impressive. I would seek a range sort of life in NZ if I could. Until then it's just us under the shade trees.
Saturday and Sunday mornings are so blissful. They begin cool and quiet and even when the day turns and becomes a positively mean 100 degrees, we would have already enjoyed enough hours of relaxation and found some unexpected edification. I have been surprised with the results, feeling as if I've returned from a vacation. My job has become increasingly stressful (and continues to each week-blehk) and I don't deal with stress well. Being able to feel as though I am worlds away from the work week and office every weekend has been an unexpected treat. In fact, the times we've left town for weekend getaways has been more work than rest and we return wanting an extra day to recover. Still planning the big vacation voyage but in the meantime it's nice having sanctuary so close.
I read about home retreats once in some magazine in some waiting room and thought: PFFFT yeah right. It mentioned personal Shangri La and backyard retreats. When I returned indoors this morning, back from Our Own Backyard, I was reminded of that article. Wm and I agreed that we stumbled upon something unexpectedly cool this year. My friend has found similar bliss at her new house. Equipped with a dream kitchen and sitting on one acre, she has found her Shangri La. Visiting her and being treated to her tres yummy creations from her very own chef's kitchen has been enjoyable. It's happy food.
I recently read this sort of blissful discovery of one's backyard and happiness in one's home is called a staycation. Are you serious? What about home sweet home? That's been around forever.
This weekend I also caught a short documentary on New Zealand and sustainability. They showcased people who lived off their land and made a living from it. NZ was tres impressive. I would seek a range sort of life in NZ if I could. Until then it's just us under the shade trees.
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