Mountain, uh... Wednesday?

I must express my gratitude here for a couple of things. One, for your kind support, loving words, thoughts and prayers during a difficult time last week. It was a rough week and I am ever so glad it is over. Two, that last week is over!
My mom is home again and recovering very well I am so glad to be able to say. That was just scary, and she can not do that again. The plan is for me to go out mid-ish October with Buttercup and her parents to go see her. The Bald Man will be staying home with Little Man so I can do some serious visiting, and laughing, and heck raisin'. Already the girl cousins are planning some get together time where we can visit and laugh til our sides hurt.
Have you ever craved laughter? I do. I crave the kind where you end up with tears running down your face, your stomach hurts and you can't catch your breath. I NEED some. I am sure my cuz'ns and sisters will be happy to supply me with a bunch. God bless them.

On to the pictures. Autumn has arrived. Having lived in California for a good portion of my life, I am always grateful for the four seasons Utah has, versus the two California has. Hot and Foggy. Also known as summer and winter, with a week or two of fall and spring here and there. Lucky me, not only do I get to personally enjoy all four seasons, I get to take pictures and make the rest of you jealous share them with you!



























I think Mother Nature was showing off a bit, but because she did, I was privileged not just to witness, but also record, where Winter and Autumn met.














Little Man is continuing to enjoy playing soccer. I am pretty sure I like watching him even more than he likes playing.




I continue to be the luckiest grandma on the planet. When my own children joined our family, I was very sure that there were no other children on the planet who were as beautiful and as smart as mine. I was wrong. My grandchildren have managed to surpass the beauty and intelligence of my own children. Who knew it was possible?

















I know I say it all the time, but it is always true. As I look at the pictures from the previous days and weeks, trying to decide which ones are the best,the bad times melt like the fall snow, and the good moments shine like gems, waiting to be picked up and admired. The pictures not only document the growing of the children, and the passing of the seasons, but also find a way to distill my joy and delight in my family and nature. Thanks for sharing the walk with me. You make all the difference!