It seems Autumn is trying her best to caress her way into the mountains. Blustery wind who was shaking the already turning leaves of the trees was accompained by Misty rain as his escort. Seeing the activity the girls and I went outside to sit on the porch and enjoy the cool breeze. With umbrellas in hand they dashed out into the rain laughing and leaping in an umbrella dance. Little ones find such delight in simple things. I find delight in watching them.
Piper brings me the gift of a red leaf.
The Umbrella Dance begins