Oh, this autumn of ours is finally upon us. I’m not talking about the resurgence of pumpkin lattes, pumpkin-scented candles or pumpkin pie, although they are all a party for the senses. This time of nesting for the winter ahead, walks in the woods with leaves crunching underfoot, skies so blue they make your eyeballs hurt, is just my favorite.
Last Friday was Mom’s birthday. Eighty-six! So, to celebrate we all went camping again. My sister Sandi brought decorations galore and a yummy birthday cake. Everyone did their part with a cookout that put us in hog heaven, with bellies full and eyes wanting more than we could hold.