No, I’m not planning to leap from any of these high places.

First of all, they’re in France, and I’m not. Second, I’m not a big leap-from-scary-heights kind of person, with or without a bungee or parachute. But it’s a leap year, hence this month’s theme. Mostly I’ve been leaping into the endlessly [choose your own adjective] world of home repairs. It did feel like a leap into the unknown at first, but I’ve had some excellent help and/or advice from various friends. Thank you!

As a result, the mysterious goo dripping from my ceiling — since THANKSGIVING! — has finally been correctly diagnosed and repaired–WOO-HOO! That was maddening, but it’s done (-ish) now. Eventually I’ll find someone to repair the hole in my ceiling after I’m sure all is well and dry.

I won’t bore you with the rest of the task list, but plenty has been happening here, so I’m finding my fun where I can. Since my house needed to be repainted, I’m changing the color. Yay! I also decided to replace the front lights to something reminiscent of France, basically a simplified version of these.

Here’s before and after:

Before

After

The exterior is only about half done, but I love the new look so much, I keep going outside to admire it. No literal leaping for joy so far, but inside? I’m definitely leaping.

I heard a wonderful Frederick Buechner quote this morning :  Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes. 

Many of you know the truth of this from personal experience. So today I am holding you in my heart. I am grateful to all of you who read these ramblings and/or enrich my life in uncountable ways. Whatever your days bring, I pray they also include moments of surprising, shining joy (leaping optional).

I was going to write a post on rainy-day reading, but then the rain stopped. I loved it while it lasted, which is a big change for me. See here for when my attitude started to improve. Of course, I didn’t have to be out in it. I could enjoy the gentle hush of it and the green it left behind.

There were a few super dramatic moments, and I wasn’t thrilled when I discovered my roof was leaking, but it’s probably better to know. All fixed now.

I did read a lot during those wet days. Here are a few recommendations, which, yes, you can skip if you’re not a reader 😉 :

• One Long River of Song by Brian Doyle, published posthumously by his widow and friends. This is like a greatest hits collection of his essays, short prose, poems, and what he called proems. I’m savoring one or two per day.
• Love, Nina: A Nanny Writes Home by Nina Stibbe. Maria Semple, author of Where’d You Go, Bernadette says this about it: “Breezy, sophisticated, hilarious, rude and aching with sweetness: Love, Nina might be the most charming book I’ve ever read.” That does pretty well sum it up. It has since been adapted into a TV show in the UK, but read it first! Many in the literary and arts world of 1980s London are mentioned, including a noted biographer, whose name rang a bell for me, so I checked my library downstairs and found this:
• Jane Austen: A Life by Claire Tomalin, which I’m still loving at about two-thirds through it. Of course as a major Jane Austen fan, I knew the basic details of her life, but this is so much more.
• I also recommend all the Tana French murder mysteries. I read The Searcher first and was hooked. Although I finished them all a while ago, I now use them in my French lessons, translating a few paragraphs (from English to French) each week, then Natacha and I fix all my mistakes and compare my translation with the published translation. Great for working on vocab and the wretched prepositions, which rarely match English usage.

If you read French,  try these:

• Eh bien dansons maintenant ! by Karine Lambert, which was completely charming and life-affirming.
• This week I’m about 250 pages into the 850-page La Vérité sur l’Affaire Harry Quebert by Joël Dicker, and cannot put it down.

But now it’s mosty sunny and gorgeous outside. Fortunately, I can also read in the hammock–when it isn’t occupied.

Flowers are everywhere.

Downtown Fort Collins is brimming with blooms. One of my poet friends took me for an ice cream, a stroll, and a bit of browsing in Trimble Court Artisans last week. Delightful. Savored every minute. Thanks, Sandy!

Then last weekend I had the privilege of helping a bit with a Fernando Ortega concert. It was a gift from Tom and Christy French to as many of their dear ones as could make it (they have a LOT). The whole thing was absolutely magical. No good photos–I was too busy savoring. Many, many thanks, Tom and Christy!

And I’ve had a few strolls on the golf course out back, when I can time it right–after golfers, before sprinklers or full dark.

I hope you, too, are finding many things to savor these lovely summer days, even if you’re inside reading a book, listening to the rain.

I’ve been in a bit of a funk recently, for no good reason, just a few disappointments, the fact that spring still feels a lot like winter.  And I miss David. You might think after five years I’d be . . . what?  Immune? Over it? That’s not really how grief works. Focusing on the positive helps, though.

So when I stumbled upon these photos from a November 2003 trip to Maui to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary, I was not just cheered up. I was delighted. I’d thought the bulk of them were long gone. I’ve had the photo above enlarged, framed, and on the wall for years, because I just can’t get enough of those blues, but the rest were a wonderful surprise.

Sunsets are spectacular there, of course, but I also love the early morning light. The last two are from the walk we took every morning before breakfast.

I don’t even know what to call that stunning shade of blue, undulating with peachy pinks and molten silver, flecks of navy in liquid mercury, but it feeds my soul somehow.

So even though the early spring weather brought us a near-blizzard this morning, canceling one of my poetry classes and the first of five “Wine Tour of France” educational tastings, I’m okay.

I heard this today from Timothy Keller on the Gospel in Life podcast: “Because of God, there is an ocean, an infinite ocean of love and joy out there for us, and we’re trapped temporarily in a little tiny piece of darkness, microscopic practically. Evil is a passing thing. There’s light and high beauty forever beyond its reach because evil fell into the heart of Jesus. It doesn’t matter what happens. It’s going to be all right.” 

Take heart. It’s going to be all right.

If you’ve read many of these posts, you know I love color and light. I absolutely savor Christmas lights during the darkest part of the year. And this year, we also had some less-traditional colorful fun with lights during the holidays. I had asked everyone to bring something black to wear, which they did, not knowing what I had in mind. Then between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, we had a dollar-store glow-stick dance party. In case you want to try this yourself some dark evening, word to the wise: the little clips that come with the “costume kit” are annoying and next to useless. The girls made loops and headbands and bracelets instead, so we managed to laugh and dance and had a great time. How many activities do you know that entertain three generations, including teens, for under ten bucks? Just saying.

Glowstick Dance Party – Beckett – 30 December 2022

Chelsea – 30 Dec 2022

Felicity – 30 Dec 2022

Chelsea and Beckett – 30 Dec 2022

Sunny, Courtney, Felicity, Bailey and Beckett – 30 Dec 2022

Of course, by now everyone has gone home, and the Christmas lights have been put away, so I love that the days are getting longer. Okay, not by much and not quickly, but I did leave Chelsea and Brian’s one evening recently a mere half hour early and drove home in semi-daylight, even if it was fading fast. In fact, it was bright enough that I noticed my next door neighbor, as I was about to pull into my driveway, motioning for me to stop. She was holding a bottle of wine and told me some women from the neighborhood had started a monthly happy hour for the women in the neighborhood, and I should drop off my stuff and join them. Just say oui, as I’ve already learned. What a lovely way to fight the isolation that tends to threaten so many of us, especially in winter.

So as the dark is so very present these days, both in the season and in the news, I pray for you love, good friends, warmth and light as we wait and hope for the sun to break through and stick around a while.