We’re getting the pool resurfaced in April. Carolyn and Julie picked out the tile for the edge, and the color made me cry. It’s so this place—it’s the kind of blue you feel you’ve seen before in your childhood or later as an adult during times when you were very happy or in love or both.
Yesterday some men came and removed the pool cover and its railings. The pool’s a little torn up: change is here. The guys had to shut off two of the filters; they trimmed an olive tree for better access to the pool’s side; they lay some of the larger edging tiles on their sides. They pulled off the rails and they got the cover out of its housing.
The men drove two hours to do this work for us.
A job well done is like music.
Anyway, I’m writing this to tell you about something I have yet to mention! Last month I had this idea that I’d plant some strawberries and grapes by the pool so that people could swim and reach out and grab a little snack if they felt like eating a bit of sunshine.
The grapes are basically still just the thought of a vine, but this morning as I went to water the plants, I saw a bit of red, and much to my delight there was a fat strawberry right by the pool!
And much to anyone’s surprise who knows me, I did not eat it! We have first-time guests arriving for the weekend in an hour or so, and I want them to taste the magic of Spirit Hill Farm.
But they better hurry.
That strawberry looks yummy.