This summer, there was construction on the back of our house which dislocated my morning musings. I was forced to the front porch, where I dragged this ratty old chair. Early in the morning, with a glass of Zen tea, my journal and whatever project I plan to work on, I embed myself, behind the overgrown lilac bushes and flowering trees, to work for a quiet hour or two.
Soon I realize that I am not alone.
So, now we call this morning tradition “Lizard Watch”. Today, on my one day off, I have dragged puzzles to the porch – a mystery novel and a new way to knit. Musing, murder mysteries and making things in the fresh air and sunshine…..
This is how my light gets in.