we had our first week of fall around here. or at least it certainly feels very fall. we went exploring the other day on the way to the mailbox and discovered a fuzzy little friend. he wiggled and crawled. he inched up arms and along shirt sleeves. he was picked up, put down and picked up again. his little legs holding on and then sometimes standing up tall to check out where he was going. little fingers holding. little giggles ringing. little voices discussing whose turn it was. and a little fuzzy caterpillar just continuing on his way.
then the call went out for pumpkin pie. not sure where that thought entered but once it was released the desire was relentless. so bake some pie we did. no mind that it's technically not fall. no worries that thanksgiving is far off. it's fall at our house and that means pumpkin. so cracking eggs and stirring and pouring and baking. and the smell of fall baking in the oven filled the house while we read and rested and waited. and on goes the whipped cream and into fall we go.
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