Here are some photos from my wanderings in the past week.
The tree below is a liquidambar tree; I always remember it from my childhood, because the street where my piano teacher lived was lined with them.
When I was young, I loved to walk down her street in the fall. The leaves were not only gloriously colorful, but they dried so nicely and made such a satisfying crunch when you waded through them. I can still hear them, and feel them under my shoes. Isn’t it amazing how those memories stay with you?
Even inside the house it looks like fall, thanks to this bouquet from my thoughtful guy.
I think my kids may be getting tired of me oohing and aahing over the beauty and color I see all around me. On the other hand, isn’t that what moms are for — to help you develop an appreciation for the important things in life?