Across the country, the arrival of fall is heralded by the changing of the leaves, the first frost, or the passage of migratory birds overhead. Not if you live in Texas. Even at Christmas I will be raking leaves, with a good half of them still clinging to the branches of our mighty oaks. The first frost (if it has happened at all) will have been nothing worth noting, and the migratory birds don’t seem to go any further than the feeders in my back yard. Therefore, I have to rely on other things to let me know that fall has finally found us.
This year, our first indicator of fall’s arrival was the arrival of Alan, back from Yellowstone. Albertson’s was happy to see that he had returned and offered him a job on the spot. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship: he is here, needing a job, just when they need a little extra help to get ready for the holiday season. About the time he leaves for Yellowstone, the high school students who work at Albertson’s are getting out of school for the summer and are ready to work more hours. Here is my boy, on his first Sunday home, ready to head to church (and so thrilled to have his mother snapping pictures of him once again):
Nothing says “fall” like a trip to a pumpkin patch. Paisley’s parents took the most beautiful child in the world to the local pumpkin patch and her mother took a few pictures:
(Just a note: If you like the "candy corn" dress that the most beautiful child ever born is wearing, I wish I could say that I made it. Not true, I'm afraid. My sister's co-worker makes all kinds of wonderful things, and I had her make it. She has an Etsy shop. To learn more, you can visit her blog, "Blingin Blooms".) On Halloween, Little Red Riding Hood did actually make it to Grandma’s house where she donned her outfit, ready for “trick-or-treat” action:
"I've got to get this load of chocolate to Lolee's house."
"I seem to have lost my way!"
"I think I need to go in that direction!"
"I see her! I see her!"
"Oops!"
So there you go: the signs of fall are everywhere….a wonderful time of the year!
