Upon a sun-dappled autumn afternoon

We raced from the house, grabbed our bikes, and rode endless circles around the leaf-clad driveway.






H1 joined in...almost.


The wind blew in gusts, kicked up dervishes, while the trees spit their leaves down upon us. It is days like these that we live and die for. Perfect, idyllic.











Until the bikes turned into bumper bikes, and the helmets were no longer just a precaution.

H1 wouldn't stop eating leaves.

And the temperature began it's steady evening decline.



That's when we headed back inside.