This is the view from my recovery recliner – my view for the past month.
It’s the best time of year here in Michigan and I thought for sure I would miss it.
I would miss my walks beneath the wooded canopy of Fumee Lake, calico leaves swooshing underfoot.
I would miss the apple orchard and the pumpkin patch, cornstalks rustling as kids dart in and out of rows.
I would miss cinnamon and nutmeg, spicy Chai, the flavors and smells of my autumn kitchen.
I’d miss it all because I’d be stuck in this stupid chair with these stupid crutches and this stupid aching hip.
Somehow, that’s not how it went at all. Somehow, I didn’t miss it.