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What I’m Digging

Happy Friday, friends! We have a huge maple tree located beside our house. It’s the tree that Huxley’s swing hangs from and I officially know the foliage here is peaking when it turns canary yellow and drops its leaves. That day has come. It’s vibrant and glorious and doing its autumnal thing, and I couldn’t be happier.

I’m still pretty tuckered out from NYC. We rallied and had an epic Halloween last night, but after we got home, an intense storm rolled through. That resulted in a late night loss of power, and a restless night’s sleep for me as I was repeatedly awakened by massive wind gusts and the sight of trees doubling over in the wind. Fortunately, the power was back on by morning.

Since I was away from the screen a good portion of the week, I don’t have a series of links to share. Instead, I’ll simply say that my time away made me realize a few things I truly, deeply dig:

*I’m such a family gal. I’m always with my boys, and when away from them, have a heavy heart. My tribe is where I’m most myself.

*Glimpses of wildness in the city. Leaves changing color and dropping, “weeds” pushing up through cracks, even squirrels and pigeons make me feel like we’re really only a few quick steps away from the rest of the pulsing, natural world.

*The thrill of making new friends easily. I met my publicist at Roost, Steven Pomije, on Monday evening. Our comfort and ease with each other was fast and genuine. I like that, even if it meant we were so engrossed in conversation the next day that we walked numerous blocks out of the way on our way to meetings, several times.

*Shifting from time spent outdoors to days and nights cozied up indoors. Anything that speaks to comfort and warmth inside the home is my jam. My favorite time of the year has arrived!

Alright, signing off for some more r&r, and, hopefully, a full, restful night’s sleep tonight, one characterized by a profound lack of nightmares, sirens, and wind storms!

Wherever you go this weekend, whatever you do, and whomever you do it with, may it be grand!

2 Responses to What I’m Digging

  • Katie says:

    One of our maples in the front yard is the first to turn. Yesterday morning it was bright yellow. Last nights storm, which it sounds like you also had, blew most of it’s leaves down. We got lucky this time. All trees are standing and power stayed on. But it was a wild ride!

  • Georgette says:

    Once upon a time I dreamed of traveling when I grew up…and now I simply revel in the comfiest pleasures of being home. The only other place I long for sometimes is the California coastline near Mendocino. I go there to write, contemplate and reinvent myself. But home. Home is the hearth of life for me…

    The maple tree must be grande; ours are fiery colors now and lifting our spirits when the leaves fall.