You know, October is all pumpkins and December is Christmas trees, but November? November is just a whole feeling. It’s that exact time of year when you see the chimneys fill with smoke for the very first time — a soft gray ribbon telling you that warmth is waiting inside. It just feels so cozy.
There is something so delightfully cozy about this time of year, from the early dark nights to the perfect excuse for a warm blanket. But as I look around our little town’s neighborhood decorations, I’m struck by how much of our favorite fall aesthetic relies on the color black. From the arched backs of black
Literally. We were used to riding through a storm all summer long, but we pulled through. Now we were praying for a beautiful Labor Day weekend. We needed it as a family. Just to get away for a few days would be nice. On September 3, we went to bed, not knowing what was coming.
“What’s appendix?” Kenzy asked. The doctor sat with her and explained what was going on. But when he said the word surgery, her eyes got as big as saucers. I held her hand and told her it would be OK. “Piece of cake, baby, you got this,” I assured her. “It will make you feel
School was out, and summer was just beginning. We had a new camper we couldn’t wait to enjoy, a newly built outdoor kitchen pavilion area we had just finished at our river lot, and our two-week vacation at the river was just around the corner. Life was good. No more getting up at 5:45 a.m.
I interrupt your regularly scheduled column writing to fill you in on what the heck happened last week on the 9-11 ride. First off, Kenzy told me a lot of different people were pointing at her and waving. She noticed it a lot, and it’s so funny that I said, “Watch for the pink helmet.”
