Gold

This is happening in our front yard right now.

It takes my breath away every time that we pull up to our house.

I can’t stop taking pictures of trees–this might be the only time that my phone picture gallery doesn’t like an exclusive tribute to Asher.  Everywhere we turn, more. gorgeous. trees.  I can’t help it, I feel ridiculously thankful to live in this part of the country this time of year, and as I’m getting older the feeling is just getting more and more intense.  This is the time of year that I get all googly eyed over sweaters and firewood and turning the oven on and calling people inside to bring in more light as the darkness of winter creeps closer and closer.  Where Spring finds us throwing open doors and longing for the smell of dirt and the open road, Fall turns us back to the nest, back to the home, back to something essential in the heart.  And I love that it’s fleeting and that it is to be cherished and that I don’t feel like too big of a dork stopping mid stride to snap a picture.  Really, there’s little not to love.  Happy Fall, Ya’ll!