I don't ever want to take for granted that we live in an area where we get four beautiful seasons. [Ok, I could do without winter, except at Christmas, but you know.]
Crunching leaves doesn't happen everywhere.
But it does here.
And I'm so thankful for that.
Today we enjoyed a slow day. We breathed in the warm temperatures that will soon disappear and swam in God's creation of oranges, reds, yellows, and browns.
Lincoln touched leaves for the first time and the girls requested their first of the season leaf pile.
Audrey twirled and sang in the pile while Naomi brought me a pile of leaves that was a "san-wuch fur du eat."
This season of life is good.