it's not June...but still...
I stayed with uber pregnant M and the girls M & S Tuesday - Thursday nights this week while N was away. It was really nice to hang out with M and have the nights to ourselves after the girls were asleep; to chat about the Farm and our lives before the Farm. We spent some more time together Friday afternoon, driving out to an appointment in Northampton, meeting up with N there. It was so refreshing to leave the Farm and have nothing but open highway in front of us. The drive out was a breath of fresh air, while simultaneously making me crave a roadtrip.
After I left M & N to their romantic weekend away, I tooled around Northampton, killing time before meeting up with a friend. If you are ever in the area, stop by Smith College to either see their amazing greenhouses or their lovely library. Do what I did: find a copy of the book you are reading (and presumably left at home), go to the upper floors and sit next to a window which overlooks the campus, let the sun pour in on you, feel warm and contented as a cat.
Driving home after my dinner date I felt soothed and sleepy, content. Time away, even if just for a day, felt good and refreshing. I was wandering through the radio stations of Northampton when I came across a local station playing a song which, though new to me, sounded vaguely familiar. "Who is this? Why do I know this voice? It almost sounds like the Decemberists...but is it?" After some searching today I discovered that it IS the Decemberists "June Hymn," off their latest album, "The King is Dead," which I just got from TSO this week and haven't even had the time to listen to. It is lovely. I know, I know, the title of this song is not quite apropos, just wishful thinking.