So, today, we did a little something different that I have always wanted to do, but never felt I had the freedom to do, and that is plein air painting. I have never ever painted landscapes as I saw them in the moment--outside--before. It was so much fun (my idea of fun is likely not the same as yours!). And it was free and I felt like we were on vacation although we were only about a 15 minute walk from our apartment. I didn't finish the painting... it got too hot, the paint was drying too fast, but I started something I really like and I think this is going to be a new kind of lifestyle that I have been wanting, but too afraid to want, because it doesn't necessarily fall within the scope of motherhood in the traditional sense that I have known it all these years. But, that's where we stand. I'm looking into a camping trip, just Ian and I, to Grand Manan next month. Even if that doesn't work out, though, there are so many many places Ian and I can go (on foot, even) where I can paint the day away. It is a very happy and promising thought to me.
My husband read while I painted and he also very chivalrously carried a backpack full of art supplies for me to our destination. It was heavy and bulky, but he didn't seem to care. We sat together quietly, chatting now and then. But otherwise, it was seagulls making all the noise while I painted. We sat at the park just above Reversing Falls, the waters were calm, boats came and went. I can't tell you how much I love this unassuming city of Saint John. We've come a long way since we moved here almost two years ago now. I think I can breathe an entirely different sigh of relief that we have done a very good job of settling in here. Amen to that. I am grateful.