Wednesday, July 4, 2007

150/365 Stream

Yesterday Sioux and Aidan kidnapped me. We went to a kid’s play at the Weston Playhouse with Jerry and Roger, then back to their cabin to spend the night.

Their cabin is mere feet from the Utley Brook. Roger built a screened-in porch, and there’s a futon couch on it. Guess who went to sleep last night, under at least five blankets, to the sound of the stream?

This is not something I got to do in my childhood. It’s part of the childhood I wish I’d had.

And I finally got to see about a quarter of Roger’s 365 portraits. Yum.


Helen said...

Did you have to get up at 3 am to pee? (asks the unromantic, practical one...)

Bridgett said...

That is lovely.

Indigo Bunting said...

I'm quite lucky in that the sound of running water seems to have no effect on my bladder.

Which doesn't mean I don't get up at 3 am to pee sometimes. It just doesn't have anything to do with what I'm hearing.