Are you all fetty?" Elizabeth always asks after we mow the lawn (on the "mow-lawner"). She has trouble pronouncing "sw" words.
Tonight I am exceedingly fetty. It's close. It's passionate. The temperature read 78 degrees at it's coolest moment during last night.
Now, I'm an Autumn gal through and through. I live in wait for fifty-degree days, leaf-swishing and cable knit sweaters.
The newsman tells me that tomorrow the heat will break with thunderstorms (which I adore), and if that's the case, Clan Piper is heading out to the riverbeds on Sunday for some child backpackin'. Apparently there's a great gorge nearby (one I don't have to drag my kayak up over two miles of vertical cliff - but that's another story) and at this time of year, the water is nothing more than a trickle, leaving smooth water-polished rock bed, perfect for hiking. I get along well with new territory to explore.
Pictures, I promise. Should be an amazing hike at this time of year!