I went blueberry picking with Peggi on Sunday. It was so fun and relaxing. I loved ducking through the rows of blueberry bushes, getting twigs and leaves stuck in my hair, and feeling the excitement of discovering a bunch of ripe berries hiding on the very tippy tops. Peggi and I talked while we picked at first, but then started wandering in our own directions. I thought thoughts and sang songs and sometimes just stood there and pretended I was all alone in my own little blueberry forest. I would like to take a blanket out there sometime, find a hidden place to nestle up in and take a long nap, or maybe build a little home amongst the berries and live there.
I am very sleepy today. I had really vivid, strange dreams last night that involved large, billowing purple and turquoise storm clouds, flying horses, the end of the world, and some of the people in my life that I love most. I woke up early to meet my friend Evan for coffee. He told me about his family vacation to the coast of Maine where they stayed at a place that used to be girl scout camp in the early 1900s. He said all they did was sleep, read, do puzzles, sail and swim. It reminded me of my family vacations to Cannon Beach and Lake Crescent. We used to do those very same things every summer. I really miss times like those. I wish it was easier to coordinate and plan things like that still, but it's hard now that we're all growing up, have jobs and bills and other priorities. I would give anything to be able to escape right now with my parents, brothers and sister, aunts and uncles, my little cousins and my dear grandma. It would be so dreamy.
I'm going to take a nap now, and pretend that the cars driving down the 5 just outside my window are actually the sounds of the waves crashing at the ocean.