Leisure Isle Adventures
A semblance of order has been achieved in the house on Leisure Island. The movers arrived. Off loaded, and left. With seemingly, the only broken bits in one of the boxes I packed. Apparently, martini glasses don’t like having vases packed on top of them, and then being squeezed under a ton of other stuff. As the box hadn’t been unpacked since our move to the vineyard a bunch of years ago, it’s difficult to know which move was responsible! The paintings all seem to be ok, and the piano and clock are still sleeping in their special crates.
We have a functioning kitchen. Cold bubbles and have set up a sitting area in the sunroom that looks out onto a bit of garden, with the gentle sound of a waterfall. Starlings are playing in the bird bath, and the wind is rustling the trees. Polly has found a spot in the garden, although for now she isn’t budging from where she can keep an eye on her ‘sheep’ in the house.
Steenberg Park, the afternoon dog playground on the edge of the lagoon. Cricket, kite flying, golf and simply watching the afternoon light on the marsh, interwoven between the chaos of all sorts of dogs.
Plans for the studio apartment progressing. A few issues waiting to see how the aesthetics committee rule. The kitchen area a tad larger than expected. The deck smaller. All more than sufficient for two people and visitors to enjoy a glass of wine, mesmerized by the yachts in the lagoon.
The Heads are closed. A curtain of cloud locking us into the amphitheater of forests and mountains. Grey, wet skies our foretaste of the winter that lies ahead. The sunroom, a haven of lightness.
The challenge of painting mist. Easel setup and painting bits unpacked. Neck and shoulder unhappy with the different exercise of painting.
