Jennifer

Evening light spilled warm  beneath a cover of grayand the trees caught fire.

Whoa there!!! It’s just October and I’m not ready for the red and green. 

Life sometimes feels like a box with weird puzzle pieces and no picture. // no picture //

It’s dark outsidethe temps have dropped the rain keeps fallingand fire hits the spot. 

It’s a peculiar way of things – to bury the bulbs before the snows.

The work often seems to be :how to scrape the view big enough to see.

Ice cold. The first frostkilled our summer flowers. Sorry! said the noonday sun.

Hey, Duck. I get it.Sometimes you just gotta get out, step back,and breathe.

Spring may be bright with possibilitybut fall’s a good show off too. 

I dug up the grass with my boy today –it was his good idea. 

Change is in the airin the leaves and in the light.Life keeps on like that.

When clouds lift and first snow caps the mountains countdown to winter begins.

Extraordinary measures of rain have washed the summer away.

We put on spikes and went on a hike – we walked on a glacier today.

It’s a super rainy day out there and the yellow dog nails the mood.

Out on these September Tuesday nights trailsI run back and forth in time.

It’s getting hard to ignore the dark that is rising outside our door.  

Running the trails with people who care is truly the best kind of race. 

My access has changed with time, but my love for this view goes ever on.

Our work of transactional hospitality has come to the end. 

Happy  Birthday! to the dad of my boys who sketch cake and make it too. 

I drew a bright line on our Airbnb calendar and tonight we’re crossing over! 

Memories spill from the patterns of these fall days and I am awash in grace.

It is easier to see the way when looking backbut on we go.