Our nightly, welcome, distraction

Transitioning through fall and into winter, especially in the Pacific Northwest, daylight becomes a premium and you gotta improvise, if you're a lively, energetic, workaholic like Casey. (OK, two out of three's not bad.) So every night - early, late, doesn't matter - the kid sees no reason why you wouldn't want to have a catch. Just forget the movie your streaming, or put down the book, maybe close the laptop, and submit. It's a small price to pay for having that smiley face around each day.

Turnabout

Stella takes a back seat to no one when it comes to conserving energy.

And a rainy day has nothing to do with it.

Chillin'

Casey, just chillin' on a rainy day. The kid has no problem with having no herding commitments this time of year...or ever actually. He's always got Stella if he gets that sort of urge.

Going out in style

Each fall our sweet gum tree morphs into a display of crimsons and gold that rivals all of it's neighborhood competition. This year our backyard beauty did not disappoint and will be a standout for another week or so, just long enough for the hummingbirds to acclimate to perches being stripped clean.

First fall mosaic

Today was a real fall classic with a cascade of gold and burnt crimson around every bend in the Whatcom Fall interurban trail, as if autumn came crashing down on Bellingham's Indian Summer overnight.



Crunching through drifts of mostly dead maple and alder is once again an off-trail diversion for both Casey and me, but in a matter of just a few days, even the shoulders of our pathways will be ankle deep in seasonal debris. 

I'll give you ten minutes, or whatever it takes, to stop that

Ready to turn in for the night? You bet, but not before our kid gets a head-rub. He's shameless when it comes to a late night, midday, early morning...whenever...massage. Just have your way with him.

Vic and Casey