It is deliciously chilly this morning. My sweet ones are all snuggled down in their blankets, the dog curled into a ball of fur. It is a glorious morning on the cusp of fall, crunchy pecan shells and acorn leftovers scattered everywhere. The squirrels have been very busy. Tanner enjoys the fact that the squirrels knock down the pecans for him, he had developed quite a taste for them, but he does not enjoy when they dare to jump from the tree, to the fence, and touch a foot in his yard. He is not friendly like that. Then there is the pesky cat that lives down the street, or Mr. Fox that we saw the other night, or perchance Mr. Skunk that we smelled somewhere near. Thankfully Tanner did not charge the latter two, I am not sure what would have happened. This is hands down my favorite, favorite time of the year. The colors, smells, cool bite of the wind.
Gotta run, one of my little ones just bounced into the room. It won't be long before the demands of the day encroaches on our snuggle time.