Holy cow, we made it.
We moved in.
We live on top of a mountain, now.
And now? Settling in with a nice cup of tea.
My favorite tea is from Harney & Sons and is their Russian Country blend. It’s a substantial cup that manages to be delicately, delightfully smoky. Kind of like the mountain right now. The Rim Fire is still only 80% contained but pushing back up towards wilderness and granite and not so much towards houses anymore. There are fewer firemen on our side of things, though I’m told they will have crews out here until the first snow. “The first snow.” People up here say that like, you know, it just snows like a normal thing that you can expect, like a train or the mail, which I guess it does. There’s going to be a first snow and then a second snow and a third, until it’s all snow. That’s usually the thing they say before they eye my little red Honda and say, “You have a 4wd, right?” and we say, “Uh. No. We’re working on it.” and they say, “Good. Because, you know, you’ll get a LOT of snow up there.”
You know. A lot of snow. Like you get, like a normal thing.
Our boxes are slowly becoming a stack of broken down cardboard, and the house is slowly taking on a new life, pieces of our previous lives mixing up to make something entirely new.
Seems like a good time to stop and make a cup of tea.
We have the world’s ricketiest deck at the moment. It creaks and groans and a part fell down the other day, so we will be getting a new one soon. You must step carefully on this one, so we do, and so far it seems to be holding up under our combined weight. The Captain is intrepid and fearless and has set up our little mosaic table outside on the far edge of the decking, in defiance of gravity and entropy and other things that end with “y” like “rickety” and “scary” because he really likes to sit outside.
It will get replaced sooner rather than later, but for now it is a pretty nice place to sit and have a cuppa, once you’ve picked your away across.
The view is lovely and it is quiet, and maybe the kind of place that makes you realize that you haven’t really sat down and stopped and enjoyed a cup of tea in a long long time. Oh sure you’ve had a cup of tea, but your mind has been racing on to the next thing and you haven’t really Been Here Now in any kind of meaningful way. Maybe not in years.
One of the lovely things about a nice cup of tea, of course, is that it can make the world slow down a little bit, if you let it. And sometimes when you slow down a little, you might realize that you are sitting here eating your favorite cheese with an apple and think to yourself that it’s been a long time since you’ve actually stopped and tasted the apple that you are eating. Or the cheese. Or really anything else. You might rediscover the delights of sitting down at the table with someone you love, and having an actual conversation over a meal that isn’t eaten in front of a TV or a laptop, a meal that didn’t come from Takeout Taxi but maybe your own stovetop.
For the record? My favorite cheese (Cypress Farms Purple Haze chevre, for the curious) tastes amazing with a bit of tart fall apple and some smoky tea.
but I digress. The point is, this place kind of lends itself to a nice sit down and a bit of cheese. It’s the kind of place and the kind of quiet that makes you think that maybe you could actually do your Morning Pages every day and not feel impatient about them. That maybe you will have time to draw all the things you have been wanting to draw and think all the thoughts you have been wanting to think.
Even the social scene is changing and bringing new friends who are happy to stop by for a drink and a chat.
Life on the mountain is good and a little bit smoky.
Kind of like a nice cup of tea.