Wednesday, August 04, 2010


There is a lightstorm outside -- cracking thunder, lightning that illuminates the whole bay -- and I have wet feet and pyjamas from running about in it at three in the morning, pulling in wetsuits, lifejackets, water skiis to dry cover. Seven is our morning departure time and two days of sunny blue weather have lulled us into the sense that it would never rain again: packed suitcases sit out on the deck waiting to be taken to the car, carpets I've been beating before we close the house for the summer. The bicycles have yet to be brought in but at least they are covered. And the little boat which has been dragged onto the lawn for the winter must be turned upside down.

The rain will make it easier to leave this place that romances us with melon-colored skies washing into the night, with wild raspberries so ripe they taste of candy and fat brown slugs who guard the grass paths each morning.

1 comment:

Elisabeth said...

Hi Miss Whistle. I found you by chance as I was looking for a quote by Annie Dillard, and here you have one in a previous post devoted to the entire section.

I tried to post this comment earlier and seem to have lost it all.

Suffice to say, I'm pleased to meet you here. As someone interested in Annie Dillard, Anne Lamott and Marilyn French among others you are perhaps a woman after my own heart.

And so it's lovely to meet you here.

My apologies if the original comment comes through as well. I don't want to repeat myself, but I want to be sure you get my message.