My daughter flopped back on her back in our backyard the other night, looking up at leaves brilliant red and orange and declared, “I love fall.” A few moments earlier, though, she had told me she didn’t like Fall because “I don’t like when everything dies.” About-to-be-6-year olds are fickle, I suppose, but they’re also starting to think deep at that age, which I don’t really like.
I thought I’d share a few more autumn photos today to distract us all from the tension in the world these days.
I also thought I’d share the photos of my dad’s farewell to his old straw hat, which was in very rough shape and he decided had to go.
We had a very solemn (not really) ceremony where we burned the hat while playing funeral music, saluted it, and then talked about the fact that it was probably over 100 years old and maybe we should have saved it afterall.
My son even cried at one point – or so we thought. It turned out he had smoke in his eyes.