Last weekend, our son Seth joined us in Connecticut for a cousin’s wedding. I had never been to Guilford or Madison or Branford, all beautiful Connecticut small towns near the seashore.
The weather on Saturday was perfect, blue-skies with a few wispy clouds, and our drive to the farm where the wedding took place was along winding country roads.
“At this stage in our lives,” I said to Seth, “I find myself more in the moment. I’m noticing the beauty of these trees.”
Seth turned to his father. “How about you Dad? Noticing trees lately?”
Peter’s response: “I was looking at the forest.”