A Wild and Precious Question

Trip Update too!

We’re enjoying an all-day rain here in the Mount Washington Valley. It’s chilly and raw, a day fit for soup and a sweater and mugs of hot tea. Samwise and Emily find it particularly suitable for napping. At Emi’s insistence, I’ve joined them on the bed, which is still but a mattress on the floor since her surgery.

The windows are open, the air is fresh and clean. It smells of ripe October. That sweet mixture of decay and seeds, a perfect recipe for a constantly changing and renewing natural world.

The rhythm of the rain is mesmerizing, it’s calming, and has me considering closing my eyes to swim deep into slumber with my friends. Their tiny puffs of breath are equally entrancing.

Our land has been parched these last months. The rain is good. It also plays a role in Emily’s rehab. She’s been doing well. Last week we averaged 7.5 miles a day. However, for the last three I’ve brought it down to a single morning walk, to give her leg a rest.