So, of the few things I forgot to pack (sweater, bathroom mug [aaargh]), one of them was a notebook. Thank god for the Blackberry! So, sitting under a tree and making notes of how I feel sitting under a tree.
Sounds: Twittering and chittering of birds, a crow cawing. A plane flying above. That damn crow again!
Sights: Green! Blades of grass, buttercups (got one tucked in my rida), shades of trees, trees, a beautiful mansion. A sky that we all have read about in novels, clouds sailing across aforementioned sky.
Cars! Lots of them - they shouldn't be here, so let's pretend they aren't.
Any time now, a rake may come riding along, in full regency regalia. Girls with parasols and bonnets will take walks. (No they won't) (But we are pretending aren't we? If you can unsee those cars, you can very well see the lords and ladies)
And here I am, with a book, under the shade of a tree, living my pastoral dream.
Some time later: Find myself overrun by little bugs. Eww!
Umm... Think I'll do my reading in my room then! :)
Oh, a computer! KEWL!
