On my way home from the boys’ school, I stopped to take these photos. This is my Betty Foy and my Charlie Brown tree. Every year I wait for this spindly little tree to turn a violent shade of red and take my breath away. I’m living in exile out here in the desert, so I have to take what I can get, and while some of you are surrounded by canopies of red and gold and orange, this is what I have. Don’t take this from me! 😂
We’ve been biking to the schools my boys have attended here since 2013, and this will be the last year I’ll be able to pull it off. Next year #theclemrider starts high school, and the school is triple the distance we currently commute. I summoned Google to make me a bike route 2 weeks ago, hoping somehow to make it work, and set off on my Clementine. I rode it unladen, and without the boys and it was miserable. Too much elevation change, too many rushed car commuters, and too many dangerous sections. I really can’t see how we’d do it with all the stuff we carry. I have no desire to ride that route again, and that’s saying something because I bike a lot of unreasonable routes.
I’m grateful for the years we’ve had riding together, but I’m also grieving them. I love that the boys are growing and maturing but it comes at a high price. So, to those of you who get to bike to school with your kids, love every day of it. Pick out your favorite trees. Talk about everything with your kids. Have inside jokes. Make up stories about the characters in your neighborhood. Notice things the car folks miss.
And, take pictures of your Charlie Brown trees.
Leah