A few times now, Sean has given a ring, letting us know he can finish work slightly early. I pack up dinner, if it's already made, or German sausages and a few cans of baked beans for campfire cooking, and we head up to the Adirondacks and the cabin.
Even though the snows have *just* melted in the woods, there are bits of green and life all around and our dirt road is firming up. For now, we hike in, wagon, arms and backs laden with dinner, gold pan, baby - you know, the essentials.
On the way out, a stop and hug for Grandpa (my Dad), an inspection of his gardens, Fern herding his chickens and tempting fate with the rooster, sun dipping, tired and dirty kiddos, tired mama full of fresh air.