It was beautiful out yesterday and I took Matt’s suggestion to take Lizzie to the park near our house. It’s got two little play sets plus swings and a zip-line type thing. She had a blast, running around, climbing up, going down slides, learning how to pump her legs while swinging, and doing lots of giggling as she hung out with a new little friend. She played, I tried to keep her from killing herself and admired the beautiful colors all around me, in the shady park.
I really enjoy living somewhere where fall is actually a thing. Not Florida’s version which just means slightly cooler weather and the mosquitoes are gone (though I loved that part of it). Not California’s fall which is finally-below-80 temperatures and onset of the – by comparison only – rainy season. The leaves actually turn colors here and fall to the ground. Temperatures play with you a little, but eventually get cooler and a jacket is no longer for just wearing in your freezing cold office (ahem).
Fall has come late this year, with only about half of the leaves having turned or fallen. We even had a day with the temps nearly hitting 80 last week. I can be patient, though, because it is just so beautiful when it gets here.
(Yes, she is wearing a dress. I asked her to put her pants back on and it was almost 70 so my “you’ll be cold” argument fell flat. Fight your battles, particularly when it comes to prep to go to the park.)
(Okay, that last picture has nothing to do with Fall but I couldn’t resist posting it because I took basically the same photo last year and she looks SO BIG in comparison. Also, she rocks shades.)