"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all."
- Stanley Horowitz
There is a crisp newness in the air. The leaves are changing colors, farmers are harvesting the last of their crops for the year, and our bodies settle into a slower rhythm in tandem with the shorter days. We are well into autumn, although the northeast did receive a harsh preview of winter with this past weekend's snow storm. After all of the big events this year: a new baby and a new home, the slower pace has finally afforded me an overdue sigh of relief.
Thank you for all of the supportive comments from the last post. You may be wondering where we have landed and I shall no longer keep you waiting no more. We have planted ourselves in the bucolic suburbs of Philadelphia.
Between unpacking, finishing up my last few days at work, and not to mention caring for a little baby named Alex, I've had a smidgen of opportunity to poke around some of the local venues. I'm impressed with abundance of locally grown produce and pasture raised chickens from Lancaster County, just an hour away. Alex and I will be taking our first adventure out into Philadelphia this Friday, so stay tuned for more on the city of Brotherly Love.
Of course Alex has maintained smiles through all of this change. He is now six months old. My how time flies!