Long before we had kids, George and I always found somewhere to BE in the mountains this time of year. It’s just rejuvenating to meander outside as the seasons shift. Now we pretend this fall tradition is “for Wilder’s birthday.”
We spent Sunday to Wednesday running and doing, then a long Thursday of inspired reading and self-directed home projects. While we may agree on what we’re doing for the week, it’s also been tiring.
And when it is winter, a burden of truth falls over our hearts. Nobody stands in this weather, banging naked hands against their knees, because it is easier than getting a real job.