There are so many reasons why I love this time of the year,
but I think one of the greatest is the way the landscape evolves and progresses in color and life. The sun isn't quite so warm and the wind isn't quite as strong.
It seems to me as though the earth is taking a long and wondrous breath,
its' belly soft and russet and wonderful.
Today I headed out to the local state park. I brought Marlo, a book (Annie Dillard's An American Childhood that my amazing momma sent my way), and a blanket. We were the only ones on the lake for a good long while.
We hiked for a bit and I slept for an even quicker bit and then we just sat, the two of us while I did some talking with God.
These pictures are completely awful really and don't do the day justice, but they are all I could snap before my camera's battery said fare thee well.
On the way home, with Marlo's head in my lap and the windows down, I listened to these guys, and all was complete.
I hope all of your Monday afternoons were as lazy and autumn-spiced as mine.