Pumpkins and sweaters at the Millarville Market.
It is spring babies with strong legs, that can finally keep up with Mom.
Fall is fishing cold rivers for stubborn trout.
It is preparing for spring by planting little trees for little boys who will watch each other get big.
Fall is golden foothills in front of big Alberta skies.
And lastly, fall is cute outfits, big baby bellies and fresh taber corn in paper bags.
Fall is....
....my favourite.
- Mama, out.
My lovely Paige, we read your blog and smile each time. beautiful words from a beautiful Mama!
ReplyDelete- those goddamn Gignacs