Friday night, we trekked out to “Montana”–the Hill’s cabin in Waynesboro–to have a peaceful, happy dinner with Andrew and Tara. (Well, mostly happy. We were all a little sad that Baby Leah wasn’t there.) Tara made heirloom tomato soup. We talked about creationism and mommy culture on Facebook. Pyrrha found a baby snake under my shoe. We laughed. We were loath to leave.
I mean, look at this place.
The following day, we took Pyr on a little hike through Pen Park.
While on our way back down, we had a thrilling wildlife encounter. Pyrrha and the doe (featured below) squared off with each other for a solid three minutes–neither one blinking, twitching, breathing. Guion and I were getting bored. “OK, which one of you is going to make a move?”
Finally, the doe flicked her ear. And took off. And so did Pyrrha. And so did Guion.
Pyr may have frantically lost this hunt, but the encounter at least whetted her appetite for big, wild creatures.
“Did you see that?” Guion said, walking back to me with Pyrrha in tow, breathless. “She acted like a DOG!”
It’s always something we celebrate around here.
In other news, I am thrilled by the prospect of two weekends in a row in which we do not have any travel, weddings, or house guests. This is something of a summer miracle. I have been doing lots of chores, taking the shepherd on lots of walks, and reading lots of novels and letters. Saturday, I even took a NAP–something I haven’t done in many years. It felt profligate.
How have you been spending your summer?