A Fresh Start

After a year working abroad, I'm back in my lovely little home town in Illinois, just in time to watch the corn change from green to gold. Its my favorite time of year, the end of summer, the last long days of August, where the days drag on lazy and hot, but the nights are cool and calm and full of fireflies and singing crickets and spinning stars.  The gardens are nearly past tending now, unruly zucchini vines overgrow into a jungle of drooping tomato plants, while the peach and apple trees heave with fruit that plop onto the ground with unceremonious thumps.  Its that time of year where everything is at the turning point, bright and beautiful and wild; that time of year where the whole world seems to be holding its breath, wishing that summer could last forever and knowing that what makes it so sweet is that it must come to an end. 
And so here I am, caught in this bittersweet changing of seasons and the metaphor is not lost on me. It's hard not to hold my breath and wish that summer could last forever, but there are new adventures to be had and new stories to write, and fall is a beautiful season. If you are looking to keep following me, hop on over to my new blog, The Farmer's Daughter. (I couldn't very well keep writing a travel blog about the D.R. now, could I?) Maybe my stories won't be quite so exotic, but I'm sure I can still manage to russel up plenty of trouble and maybe share a little bit of my barefoot, blue jean country life in rural Illinois. Hope to see you there :)