It began with a family meeting. At least for my siblings and I, that’s how it began. Surely my parents had been discussing it for months or even years before that late winter evening. I think it was February. It could have been March. It was dark outside and the kitchen was illuminated by the...
So beautifully written Summer!!! Not being a runner in any form, I have come across the word fartleik. And I do know what it means!
I’m glad to know that, Amy. Perhaps next time I see you, I will find a way to bring it into the conversation. 🙂
Beautifully written. Some of our greatest memories are of boating days with your wonderful parents! Love, Ronni and Jim
Ronni, I am so thankful that you were some of their people. Much love to you and Jim.