This morning, I woke up before the sun at a 5 am and heard the rain falling steadily outside. I tiptoed out to the couch with my journal and my book, lit one of my new fall-scented candles, and watched for a second as the flames flickered softly in the dark space around me. I paused long enough to feel myself breathe and smiled as I sunk a little deeper into the blanket around my shoulders. We made it to fall, the last few months of a year that's been anything but a picnic. And the cold spell that surprised us all on our Tuesday morning after Labor Day felt like the perfect invitation to transition into new rhythms of slow and rest and the comfort and cravings that always point us home.
I've been intentionally ushering one of my favorite seasons into our home this past week, using my senses to guide the way. I've tasted that pumpkin cream cold brew at Starbucks, outfitted my front porch and mantle with mums and funky pumpkins and burnt orange leaves, tossed knit throws on chairs and filled the air with the intoxicating scents of cinnamon and nutmeg and pumpkin. Last night, the kids got home from school and we all sat by the fire, wore our new fall pajamas, and waited for potato soup to warm on the stove. We read an extra helping of Harry Potter and watched an extra episode of our newest show before crawling under those covers and feeling filled up with all the good things of fall. If we've learned anything this year, it's the importance of investing in home - we've spent more time here than perhaps any year before. And after a summer of breaking free from quarantine and learning to adventure again, I'm happy to say there's something that sounds oddly fantastic about hibernating, ordering takeout, and breaking out those puzzles and board games again. Once a homebody, always a homebody.
But before I usher in fall to this space, it's time to look back at the summer that was. I spent a lot of time this past weekend reflecting on summer through pictures and videos and memories. And although it was a summer like none other, we marked it with a lot of things I am grateful for. First, I'm quite certain our little cul de sac would not have grown so close if it weren't for the bubble we formed last spring. The shared porch breakfasts and lattes, so many afternoons outside together, book clubs that spanned all hours of the night, so many bike rides to Verve, two bookend nerf wars, and endless jam sessions around the fire. It's pretty great having friends right outside your front door and I know my kids would rank the times they spent with the neighbors as some of their favorite memories of summer.
Second, we found a little refuge and family pastime this summer at Sunnyside. I've golfed more this summer than in my entire lifetime and turns out there are few places more peaceful than a night watching the sun go down on a pretty golf course! We spent many days at the pool, many nights at the golf course, and took advantage of a few date nights together. The financial investment soon felt like a pretty worthwhile investment in something our family can learn to do together and this summer in particular, Sunnyside felt like the perfect getaway (especially when a poolside cocktail was involved).
Lastly, our adventures this summer may have been closer to home, but I feel like we saw so many hidden treasures in our state and beyond. From creek stomping through Ledges State Park, beaching it for a day at Backbone, kayaking our favorite river in Decorah, and getting a taste of lakeside life in Okoboji, we spent some of the most beautiful summer days in some of the prettiest pockets of our state. And South Dakota simply blew us away. From glamping at Under Canvas, hiking Cathedral Spires, and canoeing across Sylvan Lake, we adventured well near and far this summer.
We closed out this summer well this past weekend. Cruz had a sleepover with Lincoln and Mila had a summer movie night with Reese and Flynn and Eden. We spent a beautiful Saturday biking to Verve and sipping palomas. We picked apples and listened to lots of fall tunes in the car. And we celebrated summer with good friends we haven't gathered with in ages. And then we jammed real loud and then all played ghosts in the graveyard, parents vs. kids. I'm not sure who was happier - Beau who loves any excuse to play his guitar or the kids who got to chase their slow, wine-induced parents through the cul de sac shrieking, "GHOSTS IN THE GRAVEYARD." There were many laughs and many off-tune renditions of John Denver and Post Malone.
And now, a whole slew of pictures from our summer. With lots more to come!
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