For the past six days I've been enjoying an extended vacation from school -- Austria celebrates Pentecost as a national holiday. Who am I to complain?But Irene's Garden is a magical place with its wooden sculptures, terraced flower beds, pebbled walkways, and view of the Grimming. You can be sure that I will be spending many days like this in the coming weeks!
Instead of going to some exotic country, I have been vacationing in Irene's garden. Every morning I get up, write some emails, eat breakfast, then around 10:00 am I pack up everything I need for the day (blanket, pillow, chair, table, laptop, sunscreen, sketchbooks, colored pens and pencils, journal, postcards, books, camera, binoculars, cell phone, jacket, sweater, water) and I plant myself under a tree in the garden and spend 4-6 hours reading, writing, sketching and just generally delighting in the sun on my face and the cool breeze on my winter softened skin.
I am joined by a neighborhood kitty, whom Rob calls "Bob" (although I suspect this is narcissism) and whom I call "Skippy" (or more specifically, "Damn Skippy" because he is the most annoying kitty on the face of the planet). A picture is worth a thousand words:
Most mornings, Skippy is darkening my door when I set out for the garden. I don't know where he was this morning, when an armless, legless lizard (sounds like a snake, doesn't it... looks like one too!) somehow reached my bathroom! Luckily the tiles were cold and the slow worm lived up to his name. I caught him handily in a dustpan, and left him to warm up in the sun, making sure he slithered in the direction of the ravine not back to the house.