There are so many things I like about a husband who works for a college.
The schedule of breaks being one of my favorite.
It's the rhythm of work and rest.
The pace of go, go, go, and then the drawing back of a Monday and Tuesday off in the middle of October.
The loud, and the quiet.
The full, and the space.
The breathe in, and the breathe out.
It's the rhythm of work and rest.
The pace of go, go, go, and then the drawing back of a Monday and Tuesday off in the middle of October.
The loud, and the quiet.
The full, and the space.
The breathe in, and the breathe out.
There are also so many things I like about where Neal & I live right now.
Chicago. Enough said.
But then, we're just a few hours from my parents, with a porch and a pool and a pergola.
And just a few hours from his parents, with a lake, and hiking trails, and a boat.
Sometimes I think the reason why we like the city so much is that we can escape it to other more peaceful scenes when we need it.
I'm always grateful too that our many trips away from the city bring perspective every time.
It's when I go home that I remember that most of the world does not wear stilettos to the grocery store.
I have so many pictures from this long weekend, I just don't know what I'm going to do!
Neal's dad is the camp director at Timber Pointe, on Lake Bloomington, IL, and
this weekend we think was peak weekend at the camp for the leaves, and it was an absolutely brilliant display of the essence of fall.
My camera was clicking away just as happily as my senses were drinking everything in.
It thrilled my soul to no end that Neal's parents had nothing short of "fall" planned for our little fall break weekend.
We huddled and chatted around a campfire,
snuggled under blankets on the boat ride,
got a couple of pumpkin spice lattes,
visited a pumpkin farm,
went out to breakfast,
hiked the wooded trails,
sat on the porch with hot tea,
and went on a jog through myriads of crunchy leaves.
Like I said, what to do with all the pictures? For now,
Chicago. Enough said.
But then, we're just a few hours from my parents, with a porch and a pool and a pergola.
And just a few hours from his parents, with a lake, and hiking trails, and a boat.
Sometimes I think the reason why we like the city so much is that we can escape it to other more peaceful scenes when we need it.
I'm always grateful too that our many trips away from the city bring perspective every time.
It's when I go home that I remember that most of the world does not wear stilettos to the grocery store.
I have so many pictures from this long weekend, I just don't know what I'm going to do!
Neal's dad is the camp director at Timber Pointe, on Lake Bloomington, IL, and
this weekend we think was peak weekend at the camp for the leaves, and it was an absolutely brilliant display of the essence of fall.
My camera was clicking away just as happily as my senses were drinking everything in.
It thrilled my soul to no end that Neal's parents had nothing short of "fall" planned for our little fall break weekend.
We huddled and chatted around a campfire,
snuggled under blankets on the boat ride,
got a couple of pumpkin spice lattes,
visited a pumpkin farm,
went out to breakfast,
hiked the wooded trails,
sat on the porch with hot tea,
and went on a jog through myriads of crunchy leaves.
Like I said, what to do with all the pictures? For now,
Happy fall, friend.
2 comments:
oh my. your weekend sounds absolutely delightful! And those pictures...incredible. Enjoy some of that for all of us Cali folk. :)
loving the pics, friend - and so glad you got the break! missing you.
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