When I first saw Hughes House, the 1898 home (now a museum) built by the Pacific Ocean near Port Orford, OR, I thought, "This is a place to grow up in, be a child in, run about and play in!"
And it is good to know that, at one time and for awhile, there was a family in this house, there were children, and they did run and play through this magical place.
One of the things that often confuses Americans when they visit the UK is our lack of window screens. All the Imperialist Yankee media I consumed as a kid had a delightful array of screen doors and windows. But here in rainy old England, there's never been much call for them. Mosquitos are rare. Our bugs tend not to be large and terrifying. Our summers are rarely …
May the artwork take both you and the people to whom you send the cards to a place of welcoming, warmth, and home, and may you feel as if you could run about the yard of this house and play with the joy and freedom of a child.
Well, why not believe the impossible, reach for the improbable? We do it all the time when we listen to the news readers and accept what they say as true.
Better to put that energy into determining what it is we want to achieve, and go about achieving it.
Of course there were things to do; there always were, and some of them could even be listed in the "important" column.
But at the moment, nothing seemed more important than standing in the yard, overlooking the bay filled with sailboats, and just letting one's mind glide from one thought to another, as if it too were sailing on the bay.