Max decided to rake all the pinestraw blanketing our front yard.
Micah insisted upon carving out her own role in the fall festivities.
Micah loaded the pinestraw raked by Max into the wagon, tugged it up the driveway, and dropped it off. Milla's interest was piqued.
The complicated love of sisters- deeply textured and colored by pigments we don't translate as the same color.
Watching them undertake and carry out self-initiated projects makes me happy. I sat on the lawn and took in the scent of the leaves, the dry odor of the pinestraw, the bright colors made crisp by cool air. Then I looked up....
I will never stop being amazed by nature's beauty. Never ever.