There’s this thing that happens this time of year that I both love and hate for a couple different reasons. Fall harvest. To me it’s both magical and sad but for today, I’m going to focus on a part of it that I am learning to embrace. Quiet Sunday mornings, all to myself.
With harvest in full swing and hunting season kicking off, I find myself spending much of my weekend alone. A bit of an introvert, you won’t find me complaining too much. I’ve learned over the years that to be the best wife and mother I can be, I need time to myself. This is when I recharge, reflect and renew. I love spending hours just wandering through book stores and reading, taking long walks, binge watching my favorite shows, and working on projects around the house. But mostly I love taking advantage of the amazing weather, camera in hand, as I adventure out to favorite spots or just getting lost on a gravel road.
Today, I indulged in the coziness of an early Sunday morning with a hot cup of coffee and a good book. Days at home usually mean laundry, vacuuming and other household chores but this morning I simply let myself sit in the silence. Ignoring the thin layer of dust accumulating on the coffee table and overflowing pile of clothes in the bedroom corner, I let myself get lost in a world of make believe. I love a book that pulls me in and keeps my attention right up to the last sentence and when I close the cover for the last time I feel a slight loss, knowing that the story is over and I have to say goodbye to the characters that have become such a part of my imagination.