I am painfully aware that if I waited just two more months, I could pretend that the post right before this titled “Happy New Year” is in fact from 2015 instead of 2014 and all would be right with the world. Well, sort of. As I figure out what type of space I want this to be, forgive me for treating my blog with the same zeal I reserve for doing my taxes.
With the shorter days and cooler weather, I was inspired to get out of the house for a change and be outside again. We have this spectacular boulder landscape right outside our door. I’m always reminded of the dreamy Peter Weir film Picnic at Hanging Rock where young girls dressed in white Edwardian frocks mysteriously disappear on a class excursion to a huge boulder. Dre and I took some music, a bottle of wine and a wedge of cheese and off we set to find our own hanging rock.
We managed to find a remote place that felt like we were on Mars, but only a five minute walk from home. It was just so easy. Why don’t we do this more often we asked ourselves? Unlike the girls in the movie, we did make it home, but if we had disappeared forever, I might not have minded.