Autumn’s Bounty

Weekends in October in the foothills.

They’re made for apple picking and BBQ eating.

Good friends reclining on the porch.

Boys with Nerf swords and whiffle balls crowding the yard.

Catching up and checking in

and stories of this and that.

Sunshine and morning runs.

Cinnamon rolls and chocolate cake.

Potato soup and homemade salsa.

Late nights and conversation and falling asleep while watching Parenthood.

It’s a comfortable kind of weekend.

Weather just right for the afternoon sun to feel like a warm embrace on bare arms.

(But maybe a tad too warm for a corn maze at high noon with eight children and four grown ups and lunch on the brain.)

Friends we’ve known before marriage and the avalanche of children we’ve all been collecting.

October in the fall.

A harvest of autumn gifts.

Laughter.  Apples.  Friends who go way back.  Pumpkins.  BBQ.  Lazy afternoons.  Words.  Stories.  Movement.  Kids playing.  Reading out loud to one another.  Tackles in the yard.  Tree climbing.  Rope swinging.  Snack sharing.

Good  gifts.