autumn

 

{wool plaid skirts}

{chopping firewood with Dad}

{breathing in the steam from hot tea}

{chilly morning breezes}

{cable knit sweaters}

{late night visiting on the couch}

{rain on the roof}

{wrapping up in a blanket for movie nights}

{red cheeks and noses}

{listening to Sarah Bauhan CD’s}

{autumn}

 

            I woke up this morning to grey clouds overhead and cricket chirps filling in the cracks of silence. A brisk morning breeze nipped me in the face and I knew—without looking at the calendar—that it was autumn

            For the past few weeks I have been anxiously looking for signs of fall. If a leaf fell from a tree, it was dutifully recorded. If the temperature dropped ever so slightly, it somehow gave me reason to put on a sweater. I guess you could call it autumn fever.

So, to celebrate the coming of fall, Mom took the three amigos for a hike. We spent an entire evening trekking around taking pictures and absorbing the subtle beauty of Missouri.

 

 

I wore my Ariat boots which are worn with age and still smell pleasantly of horses. 

 

We splashed in the creek a little…..

 

 

…risked our lives to take a good picture (that is us on top of a precipice which drops straight down into a creek bed), and overall had a loverly time.

 

 

"Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”

― Jane Austen, Persuasion