Yesterday we visited the Clackamas River and the beautiful forest that surrounds her. I'm so happy these kinds of days are here again; cool, rainy days spent with my family in the wild of our beautiful little bit of Oregon. I felt the rain, the fog, the damp leaves, the sound of the river, the scent of the trees - all of it - soak into my very soul. Mist and fog wrapped the treetops in their magical cocoon, raindrops sparkled in our eyes, and golden leaves fell like glitter to the rain-soaked ground.
We are on the cusp of autumn. The rain is returning, the leaves are turning, and the woods are definitely calling.
T had a cousin stay over Friday night and that was so much fun. We all went out for a glimpse of the harvest moon that night before bed. The next day it poured rain and I went to roam an antique marketplace nearby. It was such a welcome and perfect kind of rainy day. I could spend hours in places like that, mingling with the ghosts of the past. We built a fire in the wood stove that night, ordered takeout, and watched Netflix until we couldn't stay up any long (ahem, 9 pm).