Hibernate Blog

It can be startlingly easy to forget the blessings in one’s life, whether it’s due to the hustle and bustle of school pictures and business meetings, or leaf raking and laundry folding, it happens to the best of us. Here in the Adirondacks we live amidst some of the most beautiful terrain in the country. The local Chamber of Commerce uses the tag line, “Live like you’re on vacation.” Unfortunately if you are plowing through each day with your head down you miss it. It’s the same with parenting, the pursuit of 3 square meals, clean underwear and matched socks can make you careen off path.
Every once in a while something happens, sometimes it’s by design, other times it’s pure serendipity, but you get awakened.
A couple of weekends ago it was a sunny Saturday and a lark.

“Wanna go to Hick’s? We can take the kids and pick some apples.”

And the fog clears. A three year old in blue jeans and a hoodie, luminous eyes looking up at you, “We goin’ to pick apples?” followed by a sniff and a swipe at his little button nose with his shirt sleeve. A smile spreads across his face and butterflies alight in your tummy, like a crush, but better.

“Yeah, let’s go pick apples.”

Six and three grab your hands, “Mom, Dad? We love you.”

And so it is that instead of flitting between the laundry room and the kitchen, you find yourself between trees heavy with Macouns and Cortlands, breathing in the scent of your sweet baby’s head as your husband watches you with a smile that brings back early day memories to the soundtrack of your daughter’s laughter.

After a late night thunderstorm, the day started with a female Mallard duck strutting purposefully through our yard, for what purpose we never did determine.

Later, as I headed out to work, I spied a mama deer and her two babies taking breakfast just past my house.

Behind the family breakfast, an Adirondack waterfall.

This is my every day. Lucky days, indeed