We Smell Fall Y'all...

You know that first brisk fall day after consecutive hot Indian summer days?  The one where the wind is cool, the clouds cover the mountain tops, and the air is laced with the smell of rain?

Oh geez... we finally had that day!

And turns out the mercury dropping did a number on my kiddos attitudes anyway, so I whisked them into the car and drove them up the canyon so they could, "Learn to be nice and get along with one another," all the while grinning at my selfish plans to get up and see the first hints of colored leaves and smell the wet mountain air.

Holy Moly it was worth it!  We were like mythical rain creatures crawling out of postcard... at least in my head.  In reality, we crawled into our car after this hike in our skivvies because we were just that wet and muddy; but the post card story fits the romantic scenes of Autumn far better.  So, let's stick with that... mmmmm-k?

We saw one lone buck on our hike.  Which leads me to believe that the poor deer was hearing impaired because this trio of lumberjacks was NOT traversing through the acorn strewn paths reverently.  Nay.  We did the opposite... per our usual.  And I was OK with it.  Because though they be loud and crazy, the hills were already alive with the sound of rain and thunder.  It was a symphony of happy sounds for this mama.

The leaves haven't really flexed their most vibrant color muscles yet, but they're working up to it.  The wet world made everything seem brighter than it was anyway, and you just never want to head up the mountainside and see barren branches.  Missing the leaves entirely is a situation that sort of haunts me, people.  What a travesty that would be! 

 

And so let it be known that on a cold and wet mid-September day this year, we let the fall parade begin.  Who knows... tomorrow we might go hug a pumpkin and the day after that I'll probably whip up a batch of carmel apples or sip on hot cocoa.  

It seems that no one around here will be complaining... 

Not one little bit.