Well, after my last post about distractions getting in the way of blogging, I completely forgot to write a post for Saturday. It was a beautiful day, and we ended it sitting outside on our deck with a glass of sauvignon blanc, trying to make some decisions about furnishing the new deck. Our deck now has two main spaces. The first is the oldest part of the deck, right outside our kitchen and dining room. We have enjoyed many an evening sitting there relaxing, on our own, with the cats when they were still around, or with friends. But it has never been big enough to use for a meal. That part of the deck has a great view of the valley, but is more exposed to the Wellington wind.
The new deck is along a short bridge, opening out to a larger rectangular space, protected by the house to the south, trees to the north, and the hill to the east, a steep bank that runs up to the neighbours’ section. It is covered with rosemary and agapanthas, and last night we discovered the neighbours’ children playing there. “Have you lost something?”we asked. “No,” the little girl shook her head. “We’re just adventuring.” So the husband and I sat and chatted, and the children crouched in the bushes under the trees looking through the leaves across the valley, and they chatted too.