Marie WheelerIt’s the day most northerners dread: the first snow. Now, there’s not a lot of snow, a flurry really, but it makes me want to stay inside and be cozy and warm.
I reject instinct.
Today’s plan is to go to the gym and do a real workout and push myself to a sweaty mess. Safely. Then A.D. and I are off to Hornell, NY for a Zombie 5K. No, I will not be running. I am a walker.
Today is also the day that I will finish up turning the garden down and mowing the lawn. I will turn off the water to the outdoors and make sure we are ready for winter. It is a sad day for a gardener, the end of the season.
As sad as I am about the fact that winter is coming, I am also grateful as I will be able to focus on some other aspects that get set aside for outdoors fun and I am excited to finish up the new art room and get all my supplies moved in there.
This has been a good year for our house, putting it up for sale bolstered motivation for completion of projects years in the making: we refinished both bathrooms, completed the garage interior (both cars can be parked!) and finished the last room in the house, our new art room.
The home we have created is beautiful and comfortable and functional, but we both are desperate to move from town. There is something about being in the woods that is so therapeutic and calming to my soul and A.D. craves views not obstructed by cables and rooftops.
In closing, this post feels disjointed. I am accepting that as okay today. It is a practice in imperfection and a reflection of myself at this moment.
