I think there were more yellow flowers than she could comprehend. We camped for the weekend and then came back to start school on monday. It is a new year of sorts for mamas. I have a lot of work to do at school this week, but next week I'm considering some new routines, the library, bike rides on the Huckleberry, a new photography class. I'm looking longingly at my knitting needles.
The nights are dipping into the forties, but the days are hot. I love the long slow fall into winter. I get quite the thrill thinking about cooking beans in the crock pot.