It's nearly six in the morning and I've been up for a couple of hours; the sun's starting to lighten the sky. I like adjusting to the time change from this end better than at the other end. Sometimes I still tell myself what time it is in the UK as if I cannot quite let go of life over there. I suppose that if I were at Hazel's house now, we would be anticipating elevenses and perhaps retiring the poor mower for a much needed break from slicing through all the nettles and thistles and grasses. It feels like I've come from another world.
Yet it feels surprisingly ordinary to be sitting on my bed typing away here in Virginia. I mean, after all that has happened over the summer, life might have felt different returning, but I've rewoven myself seamlessly into the goings on of Chesapeake. The wedding really is coming up; Mom's gotten her preparations down to the details now, details which will flurry over these next two weeks like snow in western Pennsylvania. We visit Vista Point this afternoon in order to iron out the fine points of the reception; I've typed up the guest list in alphabetical order this morning so that the gate guards will better check the guests into the naval base; we've got palms and willows all over the house and half-finished flower arrangements on nearly every counter top and table as Mom experiments (she is doing the arrangements for the wedding); Friday I'll go over to Kris's apartment to help her move most of her things downstairs into Brandon's apartment. She is in the midst of finals, poor thing, but Friday she'll be finished. Everything's coming together, and yet there is still much to do...
The sun is out now and the peachy--purple-ly wash over the sky is fading. I think I'll go start some tea bread for later and fix myself a cup of tea while I'm at it. Over the next few weeks or months I will write more about my trip and what I've learned working on organic farms and about living as a good steward of our resources. It's an exciting time.
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