The sun is waking up later and going to bed earlier these days, bringing cool foggy mornings, and crisp, refreshing walks to my car in the evenings after work. Fall has always been one my favorite seasons, primarily because it meant beautiful Blue Ridge mountains, Appalachian football, and the earliest hopes for snow. But now that we are in a new chapter of our lives, Ross and I have come to appreciate the new definition of Fall. In Portland, Fall means the start of cyclocross season, fires in our backyard, apples from our tree, and the beginning stages of rainy season.
So far, Henry doesn’t mind the change in seasons. In fact, he loves the leaves that pile up in our bird bath.