Autumn at last!

today is the first official day of fall, and getting out for a brisk walk with a dear friend seems almost mandatory. 

tammy and i cannot resist the cooler air and changing colors outside, we have to get out rather than stay inside and let it all happen without us. 

 whenever the season throws us hints of autumn, we're like two lost souls, in a trance.

we're two seperate girls with conjoined souls who have been waiting for this season with intense anticipation.

we expected to have a nice peaceful walk at carriage hills but instead found ourselves in the middle of a good old fashioned 1880's brouhaha.

but thats okay, it made for some nice pics and uplifted our spirits a bit.

i'm polishing off my camera, my favorite time of year is here at last..

ah, i can finally breathe!

so much to do and so little time.

happy Autumn my friends.

and its just the beginning!

xoxo

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.  ~George Eliot

Back to Bum

our little guy has been feeling a bit under the weather lately.

he is pretty strong though so nothing can hold him down too awful long.

he recovered just in time for his typical tuesday out on the town.

we made it to his favorite library stories, lunch and a visit to taylorsville dam where he couldn't resist all that mud and water.

a week ago he wasn't even well enough to get outta bed, and today i couldn't barely slow him down.

i sure missed that little fella.

Alas! Bum is back to being a bum!

i'll shower him with a hundred kisses and wrap him in extra hugs tonight..

just to make sure.

xoxo

A treasure to a little boy does not consist of money, gems or jewellery. He will find far greater pleasure in the wonder of a rock, pebble, stick or beetle.
-- Author Unknown

Twelve

my beautiful amazing daughter turned twelve yesterday.

we bailed out on a birthday party, and instead spent some quality time together cruising the mall,

cleaning up on some bargains, and treating ourselves to Quiznos for lunch.

she decided she liked this way of celebrating over throwing a party, and i most definately agree.

it was a nice day together and we even topped it off with a visit to the countryside.

who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?

Happy birthday my little joey.

i'd say it turned out to be a pretty groovy day.

xoxo

You are worried about seeing him spend his early years in doing nothing.  What!  Is it nothing to be happy?  Nothing to skip, play, and run around all day long?  Never in his life will he be so busy again.  ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, 1762

Cometh The Rain

there's something about the rain that seems to force me up and out of the house.

i cannot seem to resist its sweet serenade and beckoning call.

cozy rainy days are on my top ten list of favorite things by far.

(the kids nuzzling in a little closer to me to keep snug & dry is just an extra bonus).

we started the day at the Boonshoft museum, and there were only a few other people there. 

the warm and comfy tree house is the best part on a rainy day.

 rain tapping and splatting on the windows from all sides,

and birds on every feeder, taking refuge under the roof ledge just outside the windows to our benefit.

hummingbirds hovering just outside the glass looking in as if we are the one's on show.

later, the rain poured down and pooled up even more,

and we were sure to take advantage of it.

we played and splashed and let the rain kiss us right on the face.

if only i could bottle it up and keep it for a icky summer day.

one things for sure, no matter when or where, if its raining,

were gonna be somewhere singing and playing in it.

♥"cometh the rain..he-hi-ho..cometh the rain"♥

afterwards, we jumped in the hot tub, baby boy naked as a jay bird...

all except for his umbrella of course.

if you ask me, i say thats what hot tubs are for.

were another day closer to fall earthlings!

some more of these dreary rainy days and the trees are sure to burst into those brilliant bold autumn colors in no time at all.

and i'm tickled to the core about it.

swoon.

♥

The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. - Susan Allen Toth