I woke up to birds singing, the fan quietly whirring- and not another sound. I had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice for breakfast and I got to see the sun rise above the tree tops in the hill country of Texas.
Some people I know will be thrilled: I think it's rubbing off onto me- the drawl, that is. I start work tomorrow and if I've already started picking it up now- man, it's gunna be bad by the end of the summer!
I love this place. The best way to describe the house I'm staying in is: Romantic. It's just beautiful. There is a big white cast iron gate out front and a gravel drive that runs beneath a canopy of trees. The house has a pretty brick facade and lace curtains in every window. There are benches and bird baths all along the paths around the grounds (it's so beautiful, you can't call it a yard...) There is a cast iron miniature gazebo like thing out by the drive way- they're hoping to grow something up and over it (it's like something from a fairy tale, it's so picturesque) And in the rear of the house there is a two-story gazebo with white lattice and cast iron benches. The benches have butterflies in the pattern in the back, they're so pretty. There are white cast iron baskets, shaped like hearts, and filled with flowers (you see what I mean by romantic).
Well, I should go, there are cookies in the oven and a piano waiting to be played :-)
I'll write more later :-)
Samia
2 comments:
I am SO happy for you. There is nothing better than only hearing critters in the morning... no cars, trucks, "city" noises. You have got to figure out a way to take pictures of the house and gronds - or your mother and I will just DIE! Have a great time! 'Love you.
Nice job. I love the picture in black and white! I watched Sense and Sensibility last night, just not the same with out you. So thankful for the internet but I still miss you, Love ya Mom
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