It takes a while for Fall to catch up to our corner of the world. But November brought our first real rain of the season, colder nights, and even a little snow in the mountains.
Life is humming along with all of its comforting routines.
I spend my mornings looking at this face…this precious face. We settle in at the kitchen table, with a stack of colorful text books, a pencil box, and a second cup of coffee.
Speaking of books, we just finished this gem by Farley Mowat, “Owls in the Family”. The boys begged each evening “for just one more chapter!?? Please Mom?!”.
Hello my loves
We went for a hike in the foothills one gorgeous Sunday. We thought we’d hike for about an hour and eat an early lunch.
On the map, the looped trail we chose didn’t seem that long, but somehow it wound on and on and on…
Miss P looks a little skeptical of her father’s map reading skills
Towards the end, Justin and I had to work to keep the kiddos moral up. I’ll admit towards the end I was working to keep my moral up My hiking boots had sat unused for too long and were rubbing holes in the back of my heals. At one point I fond myself humming the theme song for “Gilligan’s Island” in my head.
It was a gorgeous hike though!
And our reward for hiking over 4 miles? A delicious picnic lunch that tasted extra satisfying.
It’s the middle of November. How did that happen?
PS thanks for sticking with this seriously disjointed post What can I say, it’s a pretty good reflection of my seriously disjointed mind.