We have been laying low, easing into the now distant light of summer. Trying hard to squeeze the last bit of lemon out of the fading summer sun.
Embracing the harvest moon.
So not much to say about anything. Just really hanging out and being. Those are the days I like best anyhow.
Last bit of toady love
Adding more fuel to his fire.
Gonna miss those popsicle tongues.
Or as he says, popiscles.
and illustrations of last nights dream, so he would not forget.
Final nakedwetkitchenfloor sliding of the season.
The graveyard walks begin.
Poking around the pond.
Finding random large alligator toy in a tree while walking in the woods,
and unpictured, going to a CT black bear talk with friends, and planning a halloween party.
It's been pretty ok.