It’s finally, like, really spring here in Central Pennsylvania, and it’s warm enough to be outside without moving around. I love to read and write outside, which means I have two options. Sit in my beach chair on the landing at the top of our stairs leading from the carport to the yard, or drive almost half an hour to a nearby state park and grab a spot under a tree looking out on the lake.
Okay, obviously, those aren’t my ONLY options. There are other outdoor places I could probably go. The much closer town park is always overrun with kids, so that doesn’t work so well. The even closer neighborhood park isn’t usually too busy, but there’s no parking, and I don’t want to lug my chair 10 blocks. (I know! I’m so lazy!)
What I really need is a deck. With a table and chairs and umbrella and plants and bird feeders. We could eat out there, and I could work any time of day. It’s in our home improvement list, wayyyy below new windows and a new bathtub and vanity in the main bathroom. In the meantime, I sit on the three-foot-wide landing.
Why don’t I sit in the yard? It’s a nice yard, after all. Lush grass filled violets and clover. 🙂 A huge maple tree slowly pulling apart the awesome 15-year-old treehouse my husband built. Occasionally, I do lug my stuff down there. But it doesn’t feel right. Maybe I’m just lazy, but it’s kind of a pain to haul everything down, along with something to set my stuff on. I use my laptop on my actual lap, but can’t get into and out of the chair without using both hands.
Maybe this summer I’ll invest in one of those reclining deck chairs and a table and set up an actual writing/reading area so I can get more sunshine and fresh air.
How about you? Do you guys like to read or write outside? Where’s your dream spot?