We make our annual pilgrimage every early October. We drive like mad women, sustained by coffee and the promise of Bojangles on the way up and pumpkin gathering on the way down. We spend as much time in the car as we spend at our destination. And it is the one place we go, that renews us. We hike; we gather; we laugh; we connect; we eat a fair ton; we stay up way past our bedtime. And we come back with just enough of all of that to sustain us through another year.
Gratitude looks like light through old trees, like a singing chef, like rushing water. Gratitude looks like a family you see once a year, like soft forest floors, like a patient god. that waits. for you to visit her.
This sounds lovely. We are in the process of planning a trip to the pumpkin patch this weekend, because I am in dire need of some time outside, and a Carmel Apple. Also, I just wanted you to know that I LOVE the fall/winter line. I have been swooning over the blue September dress. Good work my dear.
Thank you lovely gal. I hope your pumpkin adventures go brilliantly. Now that I have so many (and I need several more 😉 I need to schedule a carving evening. Wish you could come! And thank you so for your unabashed thoughts!