Showing posts with label Hovey Manor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hovey Manor. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

15




mostly sunny, warm, temp 28

Bliss. We're at Hovey Manor on lac Massawippi in Quebec to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary. We were married in the tiny Anglican church on the hill above North Hatley. And had the reception and lunch in the rose garden of Hovey, and the dining room. 15 years ago.

It is so wonderful to be here - for four days. Wow. We arrived yesterday and immediately went to the tap room for lunch on the veranda overlook the lake...as you can see. Michael had the lobster roll - I had tomato and goat cheese salad. Later we sat in the rose garden. And this morning we walked to our private dock and sipped espresso while sitting on the bench. You can see our feet - Michael on the left in slipper and me in sockettes.

Did I mention this is bliss?

I realized why.

No worries. Not only no stress, but the biggest thing for me, and the most rare, is to find myself without a worry in my lap, or head, or chest. No worry on the path, or the horizon. And the worry factory, which generally chugs away morning, noon and night is closed.

Nothing to worry about. Here. Now. At Hovey. with Michael, healthy and happy beside me.

I wonder sometimes if I can ever truly appreciate how fortunate I am.

This morning we exchanged cards for our anniversary, and Michael gave me a lovely gift basket. 'Wonderful', I exclaimed. 'Soaps! I love soaps.'

'they're not soap,' said Michael. 'They're marzipan.'

'Even better,' I said, and picked one up. 'I think we should eat one now.'

I offered it to him - a lovely heart shaped confection. he took it then announced. 'This is soap'.

We both stared at the items on the table. Seems, all mixed together, were soaps and marzipan.

We decided going to the dock was the better part of valour. But I'll be having a shower later and will let you know if the 'soap' lathers.

How lucky we are to have found each other. I'm far from certain how Michael puts up with me. And, frankly, the writing career and all that entails for both of us wasn't part of the deal when we met and married. But he has been unrelentingly supportive and happy for me. As I'm happy for him and his own writing, his successes.

And when bad stuff happens and we stagger - the other is there.

Hope you're well and enjoying the day too!