Fall is swift a mile high. The leaves fell in the front yard almost overnight. Wyatt loves LOVES loves being outside. I try to sit with him for as long as I can every day. The evenings are getting shorter so I have to race home to try and catch a few moments under our big trees in the front yard in the golden pile of crunchy foliage as the sun sets over the mountains. In typical Wyatt style he concentrates on picking leaves one at a time and holding them out for careful inspection as he twists them slowly. We lie on our backs and listen to the leaves falling and life is good.
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