that time of year

Just a few days ago, Lou looked outside and asked if she could go out in the "back garden." Belle jumped on her idea, and before I knew it, there was a full-blown picnic going on outside, with guests a-plenty.

It's that perfectly wonderful time of year, when the air turns crisp and the sweaters come out. It's been unusually chilly - even for fall - for the past few days (there's snow in the mountains already!), but it feels perfectly lovely. We turned the heater on for the first time last night, and the girls questioned the smell, that woodsy, waking up furnace smell. I told them it was the smell of fall, the very best season of all. :)