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September 6th, 2016
At the end of August, as has been our custom for the past three summers, our family spent a weekend at the Highland Lodge, on the shores of Caspian Lake in Greensboro, Vermont. Travel with four young children is never easy, so when we find a location that works, our tendency is to return to it again and again. We began an annual pre-school stay at the Highland Lodge shortly after the birth of our fourth child, and it has become one of our happy places.
After Labor Day
Maybe it’s because they see my children
waiting for the bus in their new clothes,
“Mommy, is that a tick?” my seven-year-old daughter asks. She’s looking in the bathroom mirror, pointing to a small black speck under her chin.
Our family’s move earlier this month from the woods to the fields has not only entailed a change in scenery, but also a change in the pests that plague us: We’ve moved from Mosquitoland to Tickville.
Our family moved last week.
In fact, it would be more accurate to say that our family has been moving for the past year.
It all began with a dream: What if we lived with a little less house, on a little more land? What if we grew and raised more of what we eat?
Last week -- the week when Alton Sterling was fatally shot by police in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and Philando Castile was fatally shot by police in Falcon Heights, Minnesota -- I had my monthly book club meeting.
“Why did I have to be born so tasty?!?” my daughter wailed, raking her fingernails across her shins. “I hate summer!”
The summer of 2016 may hereafter be referred to by our family as: “The Summer of Patience.”
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