Climbing atop a mountain is a breathless struggle. Once you do it and are able to stand straight and look around you can immediately realize it was worth all the effort. Such a metaphor for life.
We drove up to Acadia in Maine. It was so beautiful! My husband used to live on Bartlett’s Island which is off the coast of Bar Harbor. He loves it up there and I guess I love it by marriage now, too. The wind was howling like it was from an old musty novel from years gone by.
We drove up the coast, like all the way up. Stopping here and there. I was a little apprehensive about going, lately I just like to be home. It’s comfortable! But now of course I am so happy I went!
Molly and Henry picked a bag full of smooth flat rocks to skip in the pond next to our house. We spend so much time here at home on those dirty banks looking for the perfect stone to skip….to see those stone beaches with millions of the perfect skipping rocks? It was too exciting! Certainly better than any gift shop.
It was a good week and now we are back to our home feeling renewed about all the springtime chores that need doing. It is a long list, but as far as seasonal chore lists go—spring is my favorite. I have 150 starter pots in my daughter’s bedroom. She will be home from college soon so I better hurry up and get started!