Planting for Fall

Good morning, peoples. How was your weekend? Good, we hope. We had one great day, and one not-so-great one. We'll talk about the good one later, and we'll pretend the not-so-good one never happened. I thought I'd share a little fall fun we had a few days ago. Maybe 2 weeks? Can't remember.

The air is starting to feel a little crisp on some days, and that is a great thing. A friend of mine recently said that she loves fall in the south-something about the air feels cleaner, like the cooler weather somehow filters the air and leaves it crisp and clean. Ahh. I love it.

And my hair loves it too. You have no idea how much curly hair + humidity sucks. Welll, except you, Karen. And Grady and Cole, but they don't seem to be bothered by frizzies yet. We have had several conversations about tending to our hair with product, and the most they are getting out of those conversations is "squeezing bottles is fun" or "rubbing stuff on hair is neat".

Fall usually stirs up a need to clean around the house. We've all heard of spring cleaning, but for me Fall cleaning is much more necessary-you're about to be cooped up in the house for months, so get it clean, right?

And its a good time to change out some seasonal items. Our pretty summer annuals were looking a little rough, so all four of us went to buy mums for the front porch containers.

And then I got the camera to document so I could have an excuse for not getting my hands dirty.

 Cole was very entertained by a "wittle stick" he found. "Wook, Mama! EEESA WITTLE 'TICK!". We are very into pointing out the relative size of an item. Big, small, wittle, bery wittle.

 Grady found some "wabels" that he later decided were "signs".

 And he really wanted me to see.

 Meanwhile, Keith is doing the heavy lifting. I'm afriad of being drafted into service, so I keep taking pictures.

 Grady sits with me.

 Cole looks on. And fiddles with the plant. In Afrikaans there's a word "froeter". It means to fiddle, constantly fiddle or mess with, but its so much more descriptive. We like to say that Cole is a Froeterer. Hy froeter baie. Any South African reading this can let me know if I spelled that right.

 But then Grady takes pity on Dada and goes to help.

 Cole still sits and looks.

 But he eventually gets off the front steps to supervise. Not sure what Keith is talking about here. Making a note to himself to sweep all that dirt off the walkway so it doesn't get tracked into the house, I hope. I just mopped in there! Hahaha. It's useless trying to keep the floors clean at this point.