Field Season

The problem with being married to a biologist is when field season arrives.

I have to keep reminding myself that I’m a biologist too, and I understand the need to get out into nature, reconnect with the wilderness, experience the magic of the bush.

And there’s always a rainbow at the end of the storm: when he comes back, he’ll be re-energized, grounded, and full of stories to share.

Until then, I will live vicariously through the memories of my days in the field, and try not to throttle the children.


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