I moved Nancy, our mannequin, into our just being constructed three season room because we were having guests and we needed the seating space. l decided to leave her there because she looked so regal, so well-tended, and so serene. She won’t be there long. I have to move her so Bruce (I almost said we) can finish the addition.
Bruce can build anything, and his new project is turning our old deck into our new three season room, with wood and windows that other peole have thrown away. (Doesn’t that sound like what we do with our recycled plastics?) He’s designed the room with 11 long, gorgeous recycled windows, and when you sit in the space, you feel like you are in a very elegant tree house. (Watch this space for more pictures.)
With each falling leave, Nancy becomes more visible to our passing neighbors, and tonight, in particular, they might catch a glimpse of her as they are pass our house. They might look once, maybe twice, and then again, because not many women in our neighborhood sit quietly and nakedly in the light of the full moon.