I was driving home from work last night and I have to tell you, the sky was magnificent! The autumn sunset made it look like it was on fire in streaks of red, orange and fuschia. It was amazing. And I never would have truly noticed it if I weren't stuck behind an accident on the interstate for a good 30+ minutes. I realized how sad it was that I had to be forced to slow down before I could really drink in the beauty that's around me.
This morning, I was on my way to work, and was sitting on a side road trying to get onto main street in my little town, when an endless stream of traffic out of nowhere (Traffic? In my town?) decided I was staying put for awhile. I gave a long-suffering sigh, and happened to glance in my rearview mirror. The trees on the street behind me were every color of fall - yellow, deep red, purple, brown, orange....They were gorgeous. And I was glad I had a minute to sit there and appreciate them.
Last weekend, while we were out and about, the kids and I passed through a quaint little village up the road that has the most amazing hiking trails running through it. They wanted to stop, but we had too much to do. Or so I told them. It was a perfect fall day. The leaves would have been carpeting the forest floor, the stream would have had them floating in it. The air would have smelled divine, and we could have stopped for fresh cider and muffins at the village bakery.
How were we too busy for that?
This weekend, I get to have them again, since they're going away with their Dad for Thanksgiving. I know what we're doing on Saturday, as long as it doesn't rain. And if it does rain, we're putting on our rainboots and stomping puddles, wherever we find them. And then we'll run inside, cold and wet and drink hot cocoa with way too many marshmallows because we're not busy. Not at all.
In fact, I predict a whole weekend of absolutely nothing.
And we'll relish every single minute of it.