Taking advantage of the beautiful warm weather this week, I asked Henry to choose an adventure for us, and he declared that he wished to “Ride our bikes to the pond and eat snack there!”
And so we did.
It was an incredibly beautiful fall day, with golden morning light, and Frogshackle Pond so still, and a joyful racket of birds all around us, and cardinals zipping back and forth in front of us.
Last year, before my mom got sick, this park was my happy place, and going for a hike always made me feel better. Of course, every part of it holds a memory of my mom, and therefore brings a sharp pang of sadness now. But this particular morning was the first time in a long time when I felt a glimmer of that peace again.
After snack, Henry requested that we ditch the bike and go for a walk, as he had found a stick that would be “good for smiting bears and bad guys.”
From across the Wildlife Pond, we spied a Great Blue Heron. Unfortunately I only had my phone with me (not the camera that can really zoom), but if you look closely you can see her standing in the water by the log.
This was one of those days when I felt very fortunate to have the ability to do just this, take of on a spontaneous adventure with my child, and to enjoy the beautiful world around me.
And it was special to me that out of all the things he could have chosen, this is what my kid wanted to do.
For updates on my other November projects, that do not involve smiting bears or bad guys:
NaNoWriMo: 8,583/50,000. I should be at 6,668, so I’m a little bit ahead.
NaBloPoMo: 4/4. I’m really enjoying both projects, but also starting to feel the time pinch in other parts of my life, like the Sleeping part, and the Doing Any Sort of Housework part. But clearly all this writing is not intruding too much into the Fall Adventures part.