Running Wogging & the Glass Half Full

It hardly seems possible that it's barely been a month. We've already made more memories as a fam here than any other place. Our first house with a name... Pine Needles     We'd tent camped  every year here in the area, and every year taken long drives looking...5 summers spent in this ritual. Nothing ever seemed just right. But this year was different.  Maybe it was the lake, or the feeling that our kids were growing too fast. For whatever reason This was our year.  Providence.   The houses and cabins on our road all have names. Given to them after the wildfires had come through and reminded them that there was no way to really tell who was what and where. I love the names of our neighbors' places...  Names like Bear Path and Pine Cone...  Ours is Pine needles...  There's a chill in the air. Fall is coming. The humming birds are filling themselves up to the brim at the feeder. Chipmunks quarrel with the bluebirds over the peanuts the kids throw out. We sit and take

I've thought about picking this blog back up again for a while. I feel a bit like a cheater if I do, as I'm not running long distances lately.  I do miss the running, maybe blogging will pull me back into logging some miles. I do miss the diary effect this blog served for so long.  So here we are.  Why not? Thursday, September 8th, 2016 Today I made wild rice for lunch.  I think in my book that means it's officially fall.  My mom had this great tradition of making wild rice soup.  She's the Minnesota mom you wish you had.  2 parts hardcore and 99% love.  yeah that makes no mathmatical sense, but neither does mothering- You just go for it with all your might and hope to not mess things up.  But, I digress, today we're talking wild rice, and I DID mess things up.  I'm out of butter, no cream to be had, no ham.... So I just boil it till they pop- please tell me everyone does this---- if you don't boil that wild rice t