Did I hike enough? Never
Did I spend enough warm summer nights outside?
Did I make enough watermelon margaritas? (hobbes' hair!)
These are the real-life, very serious concerns that have tormented my soul this week. Because everybody knows that Autumn begins after Labor Day, even though it isn't officially Autumn yet. Also, it's 5 am on Saturday, the last day of August as I write this. Can you tell I'm concerned!
And yet...I think I'm more excited than anything else. I spend all year counting down the days and weeks until Fall. Do I even need to list the reasons why? Okay I will!
Okay, okay I have talked myself back from the ledge. Consider this a farewell letter to Summer - you've been good and kind, Summer, and I look forward to next year. Farewell, so long, sayonara sucker I'm
Some pics to send Summer on his way:
teach them young I always say
Calvin's first four-wheeler ride
The most perfect, beautiful night on the farm
no caption necessary
Canyon time and Morg working it by the fire
Because Hobbes doesn't get enough camera time these days
More of that perfect night
A day at the lake that left Calvin unimpressed