Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Smile

Yes, I love my hometown but Truro, Massachusetts is a VERY close second. I'm here for 17 days of swimming, reading, biking, cooking, writing, goofing off and recalling why I fell in love with my husband.

Of course I'm still Benjamin's beach roadie, carrying various juices, snacks, floating devices, action figures, shovels, buckets, books, drawing pads, baseball mits/balls, red sox caps, towels, sun tan lotion, bug spray and a sesame street fold out chair - - you know, just the bare essentials.

As for me. I've got a bathing suit, a book, a sarong and sandals. That's all I really need to be happy when I'm up here.

We rented an historic home on a hill that has a beautiful view of Cape Cod Bay and Provincetown. Henry David Thoreau stayed here in 1855. It's cool to be sleeping in the same bedroom he did. This house is far more Bloomsbury than Puritan. Lots of art, old carpets, weathered antique furniture. But you can still feel the sea in every room. Heaven.

Oh God...I just realized this is my 33rd summer here. I'm too young to qualify for a statistic like that!

5 comments:

Milliner's Dream, a woman of many "hats"... said...

AHHHH!!! I'm so jealous...please write more about your time away.

HAVE FUN!!!

Hh

Kranki said...

That sounds absolutely lovely.

JT said...

Ellen!

That sounds wonderful--the Bloomsbury comparison especially got me.

The East Villege misses you, though.

Wish you were here to do Howl with me.

Brandy Brow said...

Sounds like classic New England: peaceful and serene. Seventeen days away? That's a dream in itself.

One day...

Brandy of The Building Brows

Anonymous said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY ELLEN OF TRURO!

Love Junior and Neptune