This morning the A. Freel's woke up to some delicious smelling fall, in the form of pear butter, cooking down in the crock . I love how cool the mornings have been lately. Our little family gets up, Mommy cooks, Daddy dresses and Elisha has his coffee. Basically. Yeah, I think that's how it goes.
Living on Boulevard has been such a blessing. The Lord seems to be bringing us out of the valley and I am thankful. As Elisha took his first nap today I spent a little time outside cleaning up the herb garden and picking a few peppers that have survived. After some time the Cogbil's wondered down to the playground. Soon Sweet Claudia emerged and we talked about plans for the day. The crisp air faded in the mid-morning sun as I left the yard for some dish washing. I am thankful for this time and place, Lord. I am also thankful that, though small, signs of fall have begun. Signs of hot ciders and cocoa. Signs of scarves. Signs of Orange Oreos making their way off of store shelves and into my tummy.
Here are a few pictures of where we live and Elisha's nursery.
A little bird's nest in my flower pot.