crossin the creek.
the last warm day?
a fall cousin walk.
groundhogs love to climb trees in the fall.
going ‘out’ to eat dinner.
cookie making. I had to make a new rule: only one kid on the stool at a time. sheesh.
it was finally her turn to go fishing with Daddy.
hittin up the squirrel bar with a friend. (that little piece of wood actually says ‘squirrel bar’. sadly, it was vacant.)
nothing says fall like some pig chasing.
a Pilgrim piano recital.
beautiful day, beautiful hike.