Another summer has come and gone. I smelled Fall last week when I cracked open a jar of last season's apple butter, and I loooved it. I can't wait for the seasons to change and would race towards winter if it promised reservoirs full of rain. Until then, we have lots of changes to keep us on our toes. More to come on those.
As to be expected, I took more pictures and loved more things than I had time to post about. Here is a final smattering of summer shots to stories I never got the chance to tell.
The cabin porch at night. Love.
Feisty bulls spotted along the roadside. Intense energy.
He painted a picture for his older cousin at sleepaway camp. I wished I could have kept it for myself.
We panned for gems in The Gold Country.
My 81 year old mother has a 15 x 15' plot in a community garden. God bless her and give me some of those genes!
Boys dancing to music on my 40th birthday. The little guy kept asking me: "Mama - do I look fancy?"
Mini cheesecakes in jars for a Fabulous Friday.
Kids sliding down Cardboard Hill before enjoying burgers for dinner at a friend's neighboring house. We danced until late.
A week of cousins and an afternoon in the city playing tourists on the hop-on-hop-off bus.
Lots of apples and pears from our yard!
One of the best damn desserts I can think of. I need to dedicate a post to just this mud pie.
My girls.
Killed the last week of summer with some fun crafts. I think their tie-dyes turned out amazing!