Why is it at the end of the school year teachers are surprised at how busy it is? After all, it's busy at the end of every school year, year after year after year. Even in my previous life at the Children's Center there was that sense that there are more commitments, more loose ends, more curriculum to cover, and not enough weeks left to do it all. Anyway, it's that time of year.

Yesterday, though, we took a little break from all that and rode with a friend to the outskirts of the city to see a little cabin-in-the-woods spot that he thought we might enjoy. It translates to "leisure farm" but that phrase conjures up some odd images. It's more like those little motels you find in the mountains of New Hampshire (and plenty of other places as well) where there are a bunch of little cabins clustered along the road. This place is tucked in among some pineapple farms and scrubby hillsides and can be reached on bikes in an hour or so from our apartment. I can imagine us heading up there on a Saturday morning for a respite from the city and combining some biking with some hiking and coming back on Sunday morning exhausted but replenished.