Autumn in the Mountains

One of the joys of living in the mountains is the force with which we experience season change. In the winter, snow doesn’t just fall, it dumps. In the spring, rivers surge with snow runoff and wildflowers blossom everywhere. In the summer, everything is green, green, green. But the most beautiful season change has to be autumn.

In addition to the pumpkin farms, hay rides and Halloween carnivals, may I suggest you take some time to view the natural beauty this world has to offer. The tots and I get to meander through colorful tree lined streets on a daily basis and it really helps my happiness level.

Being outdoors with the kids is the reason for this blog in the first place, but now is the best time of year to do it. Well, maybe once little g learns to ski, winter will be the best. Is two years old too young?