May 22, 2012 § 1 Comment
Almost every morning lately, the boys disappear into the woods, fishing poles and containers of worms in hand, only to return an hour later with a half-dozen brookies and maybe a few morels or some wild leeks.
The cows are on grass, and I move them to a new paddock every morning. They know the routine. They wait for me by the fence line.
I am 40, but I am stronger and more capable than when I was 30. Or even 20. I have been working long hours outside, day after day after day, book deadline be damned. I wake up eager, not merely in mind, but in body. It’s a good feeling.
We swim naked in the pond every day, usually twice or more.
Sometimes I feel as if I inhabit a fairy tale, but it is real, and it’s impossible to describe how happy that makes me.