The weather here has been unseasonably warm, and today felt like spring rather than winter. Much too beautiful to stay inside. Much too beautiful for chores or errands, cooking or cleaning, or any kind of work. A day to be enjoyed outdoors.

We took a drive to Tappahannock and watched folks fish along the Rappahannock river. We struck up a conversation with Henry and his family. Henry proudly told us he is 92 years old and just celebrated his 72nd wedding anniversary. His son opened their cooler to show us the catch of the day - lots of catfish - which they assured us are really good eating despite their unfriendly appearance.

There's truth in the bumper sticker slogan, "Even a bad day fishing is better than a good day at work."

Day 362

Day 362

I've always admired creative souls who share photographs of their morning coffee, embracing the day with a quiet connection to the world outside the window, the work of the day that awaits, and those they love often still sleeping. The notion of beginning each day with a brief time of meditation or thought appeals to me. But this has not been my usual routine. Instead I swirled in busyness, trying very hard to avoid whatever feelings I might be wrestling with. It is only now, as this project winds down, that I am learning to linger, to savor, to find delight in slowness. This day welcomes me with an atmosphere of warmth and lightheartedness.

Day 361

Day 361