Monday…Oh, Monday, I’ve never really had a foul relationship with you, but today, you’re breaking me! I haven’t been sick-sick in over three years, so when the plague of germs finally did hit me this past week, it was crushing. But did I rest or stop? Nope. For some strange, inexplicable reason, my reaction was rage. I simply could not admit defeat!
Fall brings with it crisp air and that nostalgic feeling that is un-paralleled any other time of the year. It makes you want to cozy up with some cider and a good book by the fireplace. It is filled with day-dreamy days of wanderlust and a sort of peaceful bliss.
Growing up in the South… wait. Let me rephrase that. Mostly growing up in the South, you learn a lot about living off of the land, farming, appreciating your surroundings. Not that I didn’t before. I mean, I grew up navigating the red woods of northern California chasing off bears, mountain lions and lost hippies. But down here, everything’s much slower, much more indulgent.