All the Leaves

Here on the plains, in the fall, you can expect any type of weather. Sun and 70. Torrential wind. Blizzard. Rain.

But mostly part the fall.

Leaves. So many leaves. And I love them. I love them as much as the apple blossoms in the spring. Or the newly fallen snow in January.

And depending on the wind and the rain or the sun… the leaves will fall differently.

And on this day. They fell, perfectly. With wild abandon into the places they were meant to.

He has grown so much this past year. And I must say he looks very suave while raking in his shades. He looks adorable doing baby yoga… and he fits perfectly below a spray of falling leaves.