Though I can make NO claims to be an active mama, I do take Hazel on short walks each day. You see, over the hill and through the woods is my parents' house... and they never run out of bread or hestitate to provide an impromptu babysit so I can get SOMETHING done.
This past week each time I walk through the woods, I am quite literally FLOODED with memories associated with the divine smell of a Pennsylvania summer. I never noticed or appreciated it before. But after living away for 2 years, it is INTENSE.
Thousands upon thousands of hours reading books IN trees and telling stories around the campfire on this property. Thousands upon thousands of dips into the Clarion River and walks around Cooks Forest. Thousands upon thousands of life changing experiences at Camp Lutherlyn. (95% of my summer memories involve one of those three places. Call me predictable, but that is EXACTLY how I plan to divide my time this summer!)
Today I worked up a sweat on this short walk and I can't help but shiver with dread... AND the relief of comfort... as I remember what a Pennsylvania summer feels like (Oregon is not overly hot and never humid).
Hello Pennsylvania summer! I'm happy to be here with you.