Hello Fall, You Gorgeous Thing You

After driving along and gasping at the beauty of all the trees, fall flowers, and brush for a couple of weeks, I finally stopped the car and took some pictures the past few days.  This is absolutely the most wonderful time of the year.  Christmas ain't got nothing on fall!

This weekend we spent a little time at my parent's house, a very rural setting where I can let the kids roam pretty freely and bask in the freshness of the crisp air.  And I use the term "bask" loosely, where the boys are concerned.  Aliza and our cousin Jocelyn are more than happy to run around outside and explore.  They definitely bask; but the boys take some coercing.  Once they are outside though, they follow Grandpa, Aliza, and each other around like little puppies.

I really hope these days of sunshine and brisk breezes and red, yellow, and orange trees and football and bonfires and dried corn husks and pumpkins and cozy sweatshirts lasts awhile.

The flooding this time of year is odd (why does flood rhyme with mud and not with mood, by the way?).  Isn't that only supposed to happen in the spring, when all the snow mounds melt?  We had a torrent of rain a few days ago, and rivers all over the place have gushed out of their banks.  Including the one behind my parent's house.

You might remember how I feel about August.  Well, September and October are my prize for surviving it.  I am energized by this weather.  This is my time.

I'm pretty sure my love of fall doesn't come from my mom.  She's a native Texan who gets the same energizing euphoria from temps in the mid-90's.  In other ways we are so alike though.  I wonder whether my kids will be lovers of the summer heat and humidity, or cool-blooded, like me?