Last weekend the leaves had just turned. And it was glorious. I never tire of it and actually feel surprised each year. I don't know how that is possible since I've had 44 New England falls. But it happens every year.
Leaf covered paths. Running with the crunch under her feet, through the colored tree maze.
I love when the color reflects off water.
She loves nature as much as her mama. We crave it in the fall.
And her school tree always gets a visit.
And a hug this year since it's her last year in that school.
But by far, the prettiest leaves are the ones I see right outside my window.
Because that means I am home.
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