It's hard to work at home when the trees are calling me outside.
A day of writing merits a walk to Bowdoin College...
Rolling in fallen leaves offers a fine view of the sugar maples.
Often we linger to watch the sunset over Hubbard Hall,
where my husband teaches politics.
Other days we head home for sundowners in our backyard,
wrapped in fleece and down.
The view from inside isn't too shabby,
and reading in the tub doesn't feel like work at all.