Each Year, Right Now
Sometimes, even though I know such phrases are cliche, I can't help myself from repeating over and over comments like, "Time flies by" and "Where has the summer gone" and "Each year, each year goes more quickly, I swear."
Perhaps these phrases are repeated so much simply because they are very, very true.
In the spirit of that quickness, I thought I'd pop in here and offer up a few arguably sparse updates in lieu of my somewhat moseying style.
- In case you missed my little announcement, I've had one particular little thing on my mind lately: a baby! My husband and I are expecting our first child at the end of January. Although I'm sure bits and pieces of that journey will end up here, I plan to keep this blog mostly place-focused. I'm writing for a pregnancy blog, too, though, so if you like yourself some baby and are interested in a different kind of (more personal! more crazy?) writing, then head over here and check out some of my recent posts.
- I'm happy to be back in my classroom again with a whole new batch of English students. I really love my job. So thankful for that.
- Been eating lots of cucumbers.
- Been eating lots of ice cream.
- Spent an afternoon at a local coffee shop discussing, among other things, the poetry of place with our lovely and kind Minnesota Poet Laureate Joyce Sutphen. In cooperation with Prairie Oaks Institute, we're planning a writing workshop for this spring. Look for more information on that in a few months.
- I'm presenting at a Nature and Environmental Conference in Sandstone, Minnesota, on September 21-23. I know many of you (hello, new subscribers and followers!) hail from outside the Midwest, but if you're lucky enough to call Minnie or even Wisconsin home, check out the line-up and treat yourself to a weekend away with other writers. I don't know about you, but those words strung together sound like an early Christmas gift.
- And I'm heading off shortly on another bike ride with my darling. Well, I should clarify. I bike. He runs. We discovered this surprisingly effective way for both of us to hit the trails together a year or so ago, and although we get funny looks sometimes (okay, yes, those looks are almost always directed at me), we love it. Some of my favorite evenings this summer have been spent this way, at twilight, with the sound of frogs filling up the night between us.
How about you, friends? What have been your favorite parts of summer? What are you looking forward to about the fall? If nothing else, tell me this (and warning: I just might quote you at that northwoods conference): What is it about the natural world that you love?