We took a whirlwind trip to NH this past weekend, and the gathered feet (minus the children, whose can’t keep still) looked like this:
The last time they were together, the weather allowed for this:
Instead of playing badminton in the sun, toasting marshmallows by the fire and having “refreshing” drinks in the heat of the afternoon, we went apple picking:
Have I mentioned how much we’re missing the apples from our tree this year? However, the apples we picked are crisp and tasty. And Tracey made us all (with help, I know, Al!) a wonderful apple crisp for dessert on Saturday night:
No matter the weather we play UNO, our own special kind. We also have fermented beverages (the only time I usually drink any!), dream a bit about our future commune and discuss all manner of topics. We left later than we should have on Sunday for the drive home. It’s always hard to leave, but especially when our visit was so short.
It was the weirdest day for weather. It started out overcast and drizzly as we left seacoast NH. By the time we reached Worcester, MA, it was snowing a little, and when we reached the Mass Turnpike, this is what surrounded us:
A little west of Albany the sky cleared, the sun came out, and the temperature was about 20 degrees higher. Upon arriving home we found our house was only 51 degrees. Guess it was cold here while we were gone, too. We were forced to turn the heat on (missed that November 1st goal of mine again this year!).
Whenever our visits with far-away friends end I’m struck with the poignancy of the seemingly mundane: chatting while making meals, pointing out the scenery to one another, a yoga practice, a walk, swaying to favorite tunes together–all of these activities bring contentment. Though from an outside perspective our mini-vacations might seem a bit ho-hum, I wouldn’t change them (except for the distance!).
What about you–what contentment are you finding in your everyday?