SUMMERTIME
Okay, so I’ve been pretty heavy on the Portland thing for a while now. I know it. I might as well admit I’m going to move there. The thing is, for the last nine months, every time I go to visit Portland, I get all loaded up on new ideas, sweet friends, and freedom. Whenever I’m in Portland, I’m away from all the responsibilities of my Olympia life. I see Portland with clear eyes, unencumbered by the gravity of raising 23 children. School got out yesterday. Just as I left it started to rain lightly. I walked out the door with a 3rd grader, and she said, “mmm, I love the smell of rain. It makes the dirt smell good.” I drove away, and the weight began lifting. By the time I got out of my car, the thought flashed through my mind- “Hey, Olympia’s pretty great. Why would I want to leave this?”
We built a campfire tonight, and I came home with clothes smelling deliciously like smoke. I spent the last half hour hunting down the sneaky moon, only to find that the moon does not photograph well. There is no way to capture the intensity of a yellow moon rising on a summer night.
