Pinch me please

i can tell its fall around here when a cup of hot mocha is the first thing on my mind as i climb out of bed in the morning.
 when the sweet aroma of pumpkin spice candles fills the house, and chili is simmering in the crock pot well before noon. 

its the kind of morning where you cant decide whether to open the windows and doors to enjoy the fresh air,
or keep the house closed up, turn on the heat and curl up in a snuggie. 

 i went with the first one.

crisp, chilly autumn air is no doubt my number one weakness.
i think ill tuck myself away in the dark tonight and freak myself out over some haunting episodes and a warm bowl of chili.
now why cant every day be just this good?

only 26 days of october left...
 then its another 11 months of trying to breathe again.
sigh.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.  ~P.D. James

If My Soul We're A Season
By: Erica Trent
2010

Alas! Once again I come alive
to breathe the chill in the air
and admire the miracle of Orange, Red, Green & yellow
swirling amongst me, as if summoning me
like a ghost within arms reach
I wake to the crackles beneath my feet, as I walk
for my soul has been in a slumber
I accept the riches of the golden sky
dripping mounds of patchwork leaves
splashing us with laughter
as I soak in the breeze
nature's masterpiece in brilliant bold
creating a magical tapestry of autumn madness
branded in my memory
indefinitely...
but soon Autumn will fade away
as I fall into a slumber once more
like a withered crop
I descend from my mountaintop
as if reaching life's final stage
beyond the iron gate
my Jack O' Lantern will blaze
for this will be farewell
till the chill in the air returns
and I can breathe once more
next Autumn's eve..

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

Ghostie town

i am fascinated by the fact we have a ghost town within a few miles of our home.

we tossed our bikes in the car yesterday and made way to the biketrail.

its just a small little area off the bike trail that was flooded out in the early 1900's and now there is nothing much leftover. there are a few signs to mark the old depot and covered bridge locations, but other than that not much to look at.

  i like to just dillydally along the dried up streambed looking for any remnants that may be left over from the townspeople, and imagine what it may have been like back then. I can visualize the horse and buggies clopping by, and children frolicing around in the the creek, laughing and playing. 

i believe their energy is still in the air there.

this time i found a perfect seashell to carry in my pocket for good luck, and there were charming little red leaves in the shape of hearts scattered about, as if to mark our path in a weird kinda way.

i guess i'll take that as a good sign.

i bet we looked funny once we stepped off our bikes,

bending over, grabbing our legs trying to regain the feeling.

even we had to laugh about it.

and tadmor is only 1.3 miles each way..(blank stare).

i think i need to ride my bike more often:)

“Life Is A Canvas, Sketch Your Reality On It.”