I was thinking this morning about what a perfect fall it’s been. The leaves have stayed on the trees in all their glory for longer than I can ever remember, and it’s been unseasonably warm. (Of course, this is all changing as I type this, as I’m sure the howling wind is stripping the trees bare and bringing us the cold weather we’re supposed to be having.)
We took full advantage of the wonderful weather these past few days and went outside every morning to play. Mainly, this involved either tasting leaves and rocks, or swinging. Carrie absolutely adores her swing. She would carefully make her way down the little hill, tromping through the yellow leaves, and reach her arms up to the swing to say “OK, Mom, I’m ready now.” In fact, there were a few times I thought she wanted to get out, so I’d take her out, carry her to the middle of the lawn and put her down…but she’d turn around, carefully make her way back, and reach up to the swing again.
I’m a little sad, because we’re going to have to put the swing away for the season soon, and she’ll probably have forgotten it by the time spring rolls around. But then again, she’ll get to rediscover the joys of swinging in the lovely warm spring air!
It really has been a perfect fall. The best I can ever remember.
That is a sweet picture!