falling

It's Sunday evening and we're exhausted from a beautiful Fall weekend. My old wrist and hip are inflamed from the yard work we have just started. The bags are filling up and the trees are still full! Perhaps if my little children didn't jump in every pile I made, the job would be quicker and the raking would lessen. With that said, nothing is more beautiful than watching these little souls run through the leaves, stare up at the changing canopies and seek out spooky references in neighbours' yards. I love October. Especially October here in the East - no snow, just sweaters and colour.

 Happiness is to me ... my Pumpkin Pie.

Hangin' with the wing man.

No rest for weary bones.

I'm falling...

Happy Birthday party night to my sister. Wish we were there to raise the roof. CAKE