Golden

The tree in our front yard is golden and fiery these days.  It’s a beautiful and though I appreciate it’s glory, I know that all too soon, it’s going to dump about a foot deep of its leaves in our front yard.  But somedays, you just need to live in the present, so I’ll presently enjoy its glorious wonder for now.

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Also, if I were to paint it in a picture, from memory, I suppose in my minds eye, it would look a little like this.  Because I can’t get over how the trees all look like they are on fire with their yellows and oranges and reds.  Fall is for sure my favorite visual season of the year.

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Moving on.  This afternoon, underneath our glorious tree, these little girls posed for a quick picture or two.

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It seems these days, they have gotten quite good at the last minute, after school playdates.

 Wide eyed and with sweet smiles, they plead for playdates, and since it was a free afternoon, the mamas said “yes,” to an hour of after school fun.

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So before we went inside, the other golden trees down our roads were just asking for pictures to be taken, so we stopped in the street and took a few to commemorate this lovely fall day.  And then those sweet girls ran inside to make some homemade whipped cream to go with their cookies and then played a few rounds of “school.”  Because when you’re 7 almost 8, playing school is just as fun, if not more fun that going to school.

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And that about wraps up this short, colorful Monday post.  Hope you all are enjoying some beautiful, fiery fall days too!

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lauraherr8

I love Jesus, my Youth Pastor Husband and our two beautiful children. I'm a professional photographer and I love people, especially kids. My best days include time with my family, Hot Yoga and a Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream cone.

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