Hello, friends! I’m must admit I’m glad to see the end of another week. It’s been such a strange time in my life. My husband and I just moved to Arizona, and on top of moving stress, there’s such a feeling of unsettled-ness that comes with moving across the country. Nothing is the same, you’re trying to find your feet, and even the landscape feels alien. Not to mention, it’s mid-October, and the daily temperature regularly reaches and surpasses the 90s….
I was missing autumn desperately last week, so we took an impromptu trip to Flagstaff because Google research informed me there were aspen groves there. DJ found a ski resort that offered scenic gondola rides, and that was all we needed. It was just a daytrip, but it filled my bucket. There’s a quote from Anne’s House of Dreams that I’ve been thinking of often lately:
“I couldn’t live where there were no trees–something vital in me would starve.”L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
I don’t think it’s entirely true –you can live where God brings you, and you can learn to be content wherever you are, but the fact must be admitted that something in my soul came alive when I was standing in the middle of the woods surrounded by the whisper of aspen leaves, and breathing in that crisp fall air, my footsteps muted by the softness of dying ferns and layers of ancient fallen leaves.
Here’s a link that gave me a little extra grace this week:
Annnnd here’s a cookie recipe that I made this week (and ate far too many of; highly recommended!):