Fifth Time

I have gone up City Creek Trail five times in 3 weeks. It is wonderful each time! I love to see it change. This time just Clara and Margaret came with me. Kelly and John stayed home to watched the BYU game.

Yellow and Blue

 More leaf photos. It is that time of year.

Throwing Leaves

When John was born there was this twinkle in his eye. Mom and I suspected it might be mischief. In these photos of him throwing leaves at me, there is that same twinkle. The middle photo is out of focus but don't care at all. I just get a big grin on my face. Plus his reaction in the third is delicious.

Here is a photo I took of Clara up in this tree last year when the leaves were a little more sparse. Check it out!

Grandma and Margaret

These two make a darling pair. The love flows from both sides.

Blowing Bubbles in Chocolate Milk

You know that line in "Hook."
This is for... never letting me blow bubbles in my chocolate milk! Then Jack breaks his fathers watch. Well, John will never have that anger issue.

Hungry Hungry Hippo

Raking

Just as Clara was about to really start jumping last time it started to rain. So the next day she was back out, making the pile bigger so she could give it her all. Done with this rake.  

Violin Lesson

 Clara is working hard and progressing well. She plays the 6 variations of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Some of the variations are more polished than others. I think she improves every day and am very proud. She has also started to learn Jingle Bells in preparation for Christmas!

More

Margaret is getting more communicative. It is darling to hear her call "love you," and to hear her say our family members names. She has learned the word ouch very well. She will just brush up against something and yell it out. She is also very friendly. She will say "hi" to strangers we pass by. Her signs are coming along as well. More, milk, apple, and candy are all perfect.  

She works on her animal sounds all the time. One time I went in to wake her up from a nap, she popped up like she had been awake the whole time and started repeating, "neigh, moo, ruff, ruff."

Frost

One may think that I used filter or did something to the first image. Nope, it is a strait image.

 

"Apparently With No Surprise"is a poem written by Emily Dickenson. I didn't like it at first but it has grown on me. I think the abrupt ending adds to the point she tried to make. At this time I don't agree with her view but It makes for an interesting poem. Plus, it really went with the beautiful frosty morning.

 

Apparently with no surprise,

To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved,
To measure off another day,
For an approving God.



Gathering Leaves

It was a thoroughly Autumn day. School, pies, riding bikes, raking leaves, soup and rolls for dinner.
Last Friday Clara brought home a poem from school that I thought was so appropriate.

Gathering Leaves

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

by Robert Frost

More of John's Creations

 The color cube was from a pattern, but he does make up his own arrangements all the time.
The cars and blocks reminds me of another Mondrian entitles Composition in Oval with Color Planes 1 .  I think he was putting the cars on their homes. I love that John is a builder and creator.

Branch Blocks

Check out the post I made on my good friend Jamie's blog. Here is the link.  Everyday Art.

What Does it Say?

 In the book "Seeing Trees" the author says that she likes the marred and different leafs because she thinks they have more of a story to tell. "How did that color happen?", "What bug made that mark?" or "What happened to that leaf after it fell?" might be questions one could ask. These are the leaves that I feel have a fun story to tell.


Setting the Table

A wiggly straw for pizazz.

City Creek Trail with the Mayos

I am not tired of City Creek yet. I woke up and went outside to get the mail and it just smelled like fall. Every day that passes that I am not up there I am a little sad. Fortunately I can see the hills from my house and can imagine.  The word that Jamie and I kept saying on this walk was glorious. And it was!  Tyler was able to come too even though he is not pictured here.