Fall

Last week, we had perfect fall weather. The air was crisp, but the sun was warm. The leaves had fallen off the trees and made that lovely crunching sound when you walked through them. I decided to take the children to a nearby farm and let them run free. We stopped off at a store and bought a large bag of bird bread so we could feed the ducks.

We had a lovely picnic, but it didn't take long before the children were climbing trees and running through the leaves. For a minute, I wished we had a yard with large trees. Then I thought about raking and was glad we could just visit those lovely trees.

We hadn't been to the farm for a while, and O squealed with glee at all of the ducks and geese. It only took about ten minutes for the children to feed the birds all four loaves of bread. There were a couple of tense moments when the birds came a little too close for comfort.



After we ran out of bread, we went to visit the rest of the animals. We pet piglets, gawked at the horses, and commented on the smelly cows. Then the children discovered the tractors and everyone had a turn being Farmer Joe for a few minutes.



A didn't have enough time to climb enough trees, but we left the farm tired and mostly satisfied. Now, if I could just have my way, this beautiful fall weather would last until spring, then we'd go straight to summer. Too bad mother nature has her own agenda.