There's no such thing as Autumn come September 23rd in Arizona no matter how many pumpkins we pick, how many pictures we take in the corn patch and how many wreathes adorned with red, gold, and orange we hang from our doors. You fellow Arizonans know what I'm talking about. Can feel my pain even. We've all tried desperately to bring on Fall. I hate to contradict the kids' teachers when Ellie comes home saying, "Mom, it's Fall now and the leaves are going to change colors and start falling from the trees!" But still, some effort has to be made. I want so desperately for it to at least feel like Fall. And so I take the pictures and hang the wreaths.
These pictures were taken near Young at Mom's house where it's about 10 degrees closer to being Fall. Thanks Mom for the pumpkins!
Pumpkins with cousins.
I'm loving Char's faces lately. This one here matches the way she feels about Halloween. A little apprehensive. She has informed me that she's not going to Halloween because there will be scary witches.
Mom, baby Noelle, Char, Ellie, and Grandpa Dale