I spent last weekend with some women friends in an incredibly beautiful summer house lent to us by Makes Bread’s sister. It’s nice that people who have lovely vacation homes are often so generous about sharing them. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a wonderful weekend in a house owned by someone I’ve never met.
The place had a great view of the lake, a working fireplace, some hiking trails right outside the door, and furniture that was way nicer than what’s in my living room. It was pretty clear to me that whoever owned the place did not have a pack of teenage boys. And yes, we ate well. From what I could figure, each woman had brought enough food to feed all of us, which meant that we had nine times the amount of food we could reasonably eat.
We were in the mountains, which meant there was still snow on the ground. I keep promising not to put more pictures of snow on my blog, but I couldn’t help snapping a picture of Makes Bread as she strode ahead of me on the dirt road, as we set off to find the trail and explore the woods.
She and Dancing Woman, somehow not yet tired of the snow, lay on the ground to make angels, but I refused, just on principle. I don’t make snow angels in April. Someone has to take a stand against the winter weather, or it will never go away.
The toughest part of going away for a weekend in April is that it’s too short. Without a holiday, we all had to come back on Sunday, back to work, back to our families, back to the stress and confusion and hectic busyness of everyday life. But still, thoughts of that relaxing time, those conversations by the fire, keep creeping into my week.