Wilbur wanted to show off his mastery of the “look pensively into the distance” pose and I wanted to try to capture fall on our street.
Good morning, final September Saturday!
Whenever I walk past this tree, it reminds me of a line of a poem I wrote in grade school about leaves falling “like God’s confetti.”
My poetic pup.
Golden canopies offer a reminder to breathe in the moment, to look around and see how nature can delight.
Stop and smell the flowers, perhaps?
Home again, home again.
All of the marathoners are getting in one last long run before the race. What a beautiful day.
