It’s 3 A.M. as I write…or type this…so I’m sorry ahead of time for any misspelled words or confusing lingo. I shouldn’t proofread before hitting publish just as a way to make it extraordinarily entertaining to go back and read later.
I can’t sleep very well lately and I think it’s because we’ve been going to bed at 9 lately instead of 10…either way I have two Yorkies cuddled up way too close on each side of me, an inconsistent snoring husband on his half of the bed, and I believe a charming little Warren boy curled up at the foot of my bed…plus I can hear our rooster crowing from the chicken coop. I’m not sure what that’s all about but he must be exceptionally confused and hopefully isn’t causing our neighbors any sleep deprivation.
Throw all those odds in against me and it’s no wonder I lie awake….(lie or lay…anyone else have trouble knowing which of those two are correct?)
Anyways on with the purpose of this post—which was inevitably going to come about…regardless of 3 A.M. sleepless nights.
Autumn. I just love that word. You don’t hear it very often. People lean more to using the word fall, myself included, and I’m not sure why, but I’m hoping it’s not another sign of laziness.
There’s only a few leaves left dangling from the trees out back of our house. In fact most signs of autumn have already been covered over and whisked away by a few snows here in my neck of the woods…BUT it’s still considered autumn nevertheless.
I feel like I blinked and missed the leaves changing colors. My favorite trees are the Aspens in the fall, as the leaves lose their green color and skillfully fade to shades of yellow, orange, and red, clinging tightly to their smooth, white bark. We have to head out to Colorado to see the Aspens in their fall decor and typically we do so, but this year we went there over summer instead. Alas, I’ll have to wait until next year to see them changing colors.
I enjoy this time of year for several reasons though, a few being that we celebrate birthdays and mine and Nathan’s anniversary, there’s Halloween, pumpkins, combine rides, hunting season, and Thanksgiving as well. We also squeeze our annual hayrack ride somewhere in the mix of things too.
I’m still homeschooling our two youngest kiddos and just finished teaching another lesson on poems to McKenzie. She wrote a fall poem that she gave me permission to share. Sweet girl, she melts my heart everyday with her sweetness.
Looks like squirrels gathering acorns in brown, yellow, orange, and red leaves
Feels like a cool breeze by a warm bonfire
Sounds like kids playing in crunching leaves
Smells like roasted marshmallows and smoked turkey
Tastes like hot apple cider with pumpkin pie
By: McKenzie Witt (age 10)
I want to finish up by sharing some pictures of our autumn memories; and to my email readers these may not show up in correct format, you might have to click into the blog by tapping the post’ title to correctly view.
Paige’s 13th birthday:
Happy 14th anniversary and my birthday:
Youth group kids we took to Camp Comeca for Elevate weekend:
Warren’s 9th birthday:
…And if you’re Black Friday shopping, my condolences…(#goodluckbro)
Blessings to you all!
I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. —Psalm 9:1