Leaves Grow Old

How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. -John Burroughs 

Echo Lake by Mount Evans on my birthday weekend. On the way to Crested Butte last weekend. Lake Irwin by Kebler pass. We thought this was such a nice campground. A lake and woodsy. Took Gothic road as a scenic drive and didn’t realize it was the road up to Schofield pass. We didn’t make it up to the pass and thankfully had a spot to turn around and get off the single lane, ridiculous cliff where we ended up. Let’s just say our car is not what you should be driving up there and in the conditions. But the area is amazing, and if we were four wheeling or biking I would have loved to see the historic crystal mill but that’s not going to be happening;) Let’s just say I don’t really want to go on the deadliest road of Colorado to sightsee. I loved seeing random cows up in the slopes of the mountains and all around. Large groves of beautiful Aspens all around. Quaking Aspens. Autumn reads with the girls…Tidy is humorous. Fletcher and the Falling Leaves is magical. Both girls instantly felt the page with their little fingers, where the tree glistened in “icicles”. I love their reactions, and giggles to the reading.  Bella pointing to each animal, calling its name out. Jemma remarking how sweet the fox is…And a Laura Ingalls Wilder quote…

(The girls love playing “Duck and Goose find a pumpkin.” I hide that little pumpkin and they find it.)