The fact that Sunday felt more like a really beautiful day in October than almost-June stymied my plans to spend at least part of my birthday passed out in the sun at our local pool.
So we improvised with a walk through the woods.
Remember how I said way back when we were thinking of moving that one of the reasons I wanted to leave the city was because I wanted us to be able to go fishing not because it was a huge event involving rental cars and long drives, but just because that’s what we feel like doing? This is exactly what I meant.
To get a chance to walk through any non-Central Park woods used to involve some fairly considerable planning, as well as a train or a car or a bus…or all three. And so I never did it. Ever.
Now it involves walking about ten yards down the road from our house, to where the post marking the start of the trail stands.
And so now woodsy walks aren’t huge events; they’re just Sunday morning.
On me: La Rok jacket (similar); sweater and sunglasses via T.J.Maxx; carrot necklace c/o Alexandra Moosally; 7 For All Mankind jeans (similar); UGG Australia boots.
P.S. This is where I spent the rest of the morning:
Uh huh.
