There are ten people on the porch this morning. David is reviewing the hike up Mt. Isolation, and Anne is here to help convince him it’s doable, fun and scenic. At 13.3 miles, David isn’t convinced it’s a hike he wants to do with the limited hiking conditioning we’ve had this year, though hike convincing isn’t why Anne came over — she’d never met Marianna and is here to see her, as well as Emilio, the attraction for Alison and John to be here. Or a Sunday morning hanging on the porch is attractive in itself. David’s brother Doug is here. With a meeting in Boston later this week, a couple of days visiting in NH made sense, and I’m glad to have him here when it’s warm and there’s power. His last visit was during a major ice storm and resulting power outage, and we spent the night at the house feeding the old wood stove to keep the pipes from freezing. It was dark, dirty and cold, and we had to get water out of the half-frozen stream in a five gallon bucket to flush the toilet. Hanging on a porch full of friends and family drinking coffee is a much better way to experience this house.
What makes me particularly happy is that I’ve been home long enough to keep my flower pots out on the steps and they look fabulous. Flowers + family + friends = happy me.