This past weekend I enjoyed the early Autumn-like weather that crisply enveloped our home. It was the perfect weekend for bumming around in woolly socks and Birkenstocks, sipping hot apple cider and enjoying the quiet beauty of our neighbourhood from the comfort of my chair. It was also a nice time to head out to our local farm and stock up on our favourite locally produced jam, corn, honey and baked goods. Aziza always loved a good trip to this same farm that our family has enjoyed visiting many times each year since Samantha was very young. We certainly missed our sweet girl during this visit, and dared not even walk near the petting farm area or the playground. Those scenes would have been very painful for us right now. The purpose of the trip was to re-introduce this farm tradition in a positive and enjoyable manner. It was our first visit since last Fall.
Today the weather was a bit warmer and I headed out for a hike along a beautiful local trail. I am not sure why I have never noticed the "Beware of Coyotes" sign before today. According to the sign if I was to encounter one I should have made an effort to appear large and aggressive while making noise and slowly backing away. I honestly don't think that I have an ounce of ability to be large, loud or aggressive these days. I suppose it was lucky that the only wildlife I encountered on my hike were squirrels, birds and one very cute chipmunk.
As I slowly re-emerge after this brief pause I hope that I can continue moving forward and finding something small to enjoy each day. If I don't make the effort to find these small pleasures life seems pretty bleak. And I can't afford to sit in the emptiness of "bleak".