We made a spur-of-the-moment decision to go to the pumpkin patch last Friday, then went to the local cider mill for our annual cider doughnut and cup of cider. This year we had it chilled instead of hot, because it was such a warm day.
I think the fall color peaked about two weeks ago, but there are still some colors to enjoy, and a growing pile of leaves to play in in our backyard.
We marveled at the variety of colors, shapes, and sizes of the pumpkins and gourds. Aren't you thankful the Lord made such beauty for us to enjoy? He could have placed us in a grey utilitarian world, without the capacity to appreciate or create beauty. But that's not who He is.
Eli's fine baby hair was really blowing in the wind, which looked hilarious.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.