My road, morning fog. The honeymoon’s over and we are both a bit blue.  Honeymoons are special, and since neither of us expect to ever marry again, the return to normal life – bills, the farm, chores, work – feels a bit like going back to school at the end of summer. Except it’s not an ending, but a beginning. The rest of our lives. So I got up at 5 a.m. this morning to catch the fog on my road. Was worth it.

This was one of the great weeks of my life, and I’m very grateful for it.