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. Â The leaves were not only gloriously colorful, but they dried so nicely and made such a satisfying crunch when you waded through them. Â I can still hear them, and feel them under my shoes. Â 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?
Happy fall!
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