April 24, 2022

The first spring-like weekend here has meant picking up trash from the shore and scraping the farmhouse for painting and carrying rowboats and walking with friends and seeing family and writing on my laptop outside on the sunny porch in the wind. After a winter spent quietly holed up by the woodstove, two days outside working has me so tired I’m falling over.

I’m posting another image here from the beautiful Pacific Northwest near Portland, Oregon, to hold us until tomorrow.

Rest well, everyone. I know I will.