The frequent heavy rains are stripping the trees of their autumn coats and it makes me a little sad that every time the sun peeks out again there are fewer leaves left clinging to the branches. Every week the boys and their dad gather the strays from the courtyard and the little girls collect fat fistfuls for very fleeting bouquets.
This is my bliss. : )
Another sweet thing – Tess tried on one of the ponchos the big girls and I learned to make when I was on bedrest with Brendan all those years ago. She loved it. I love that she does.
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