I know I’m not the only one who believes that running in the fall is the best. It’s the time of year when I actually “enjoy” running. (Ok. I’m never going to be a person who loves running. I love the after of running, not the during. But, it’s better in the fall.) I find that on longer runs, I get bored really easily. This was a real problem during the half-marathon. But, there is so much to look at during the fall that keeps me a bit more focused. Beautiful leaves. Cooling winds. Yep. So much better than being a sweaty mess during the summer. 🙂
If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve already seen these pictures. (So, sorry.) But, going for a fall run among the trees is just so incredibly peaceful! Even if you are surrounded by 100s of other runners during a 5k. 🙂
Most of the times, when Facebook reminds me of my “memories” from past years, I smile for a few minutes but then move on. I rarely “reshare” the post. However, today’s memory from two years ago was an important one for me.
So, apologies to my Facebook friends who also happen to follow my blog. This will be a repeat. 🙂
Two years ago. After looking at 75 houses. After making 9 offers on 8 of those. After so much stress. And disappointment. And more stress. And wondering if we would ever be able to accomplish the goal of home ownership. Two years ago. Finally. We were able to hold the keys to our house. Since then we’ve battled weeds, blizzards, trees, noisy and stinky wildlife, and the previous owner’s choices. But, right now I’m watching cartoons with big girl, I can hear baby girl starting to wake up, I can see our beautiful front yard, I can hear our dryer running……and although it hasn’t been easy I’m so proud that we’ve been able to do this for our girls, ourselves,…..and the cats.
I love Christmas lights. I love, love, love Christmas lights. And I will venture far and wide to see a beautifully decorated tree. There truly is something magical about those lights piercing the winter darkness.
Lights on Christmas tree at Christkindlmarket
One of my favorite parts of the morning walks that the girls and I took during the summer was walking along the Western Trail path. Even though it runs along a busy road, it’s quiet and you can momentarily forget that you are in a Chicago suburb.
This picture was taken on one of those walks. I think that the trail looks incredibly peaceful.
The leaves have already started, or finished, changing colors. There was frost on the ground this morning and I contemplated walking back inside to put on a hat and mittens. (First step, figure out where I put my hat and mittens after last winter.)
So, now, it’s time to start the countdown to Christmas…….
One of the fun things about spring in a new house is that we still don’t know where every flower and plant is located, or what they are. We’ve seen our first daffodils and tulips and now one of our trees has started to bloom.